Falling Short
The arms of pain yanked me
In. My eyes were clouded by
Shame. Your feet were like, sand crumbling
After each delicate step you took. The yelps
Came from a distance. Your body moved as wistfully as
A wolf running through the mist air.
The legs of patience chased after me. Your eyes were
Blessed with sorrow. My mind was a swarm of
Bees, wandering all over our ground. The
Branches were whistling in the cold
Autumn, wind. I wanted to
Soar above the big, bright, brilliantly, burning
Sun.
You put your head in front of
My cheetah like body. I tried to push your
Swan like wing away, but you morphed into the hands
Of life’s worst possible fate.
In. My eyes were clouded by
Shame. Your feet were like, sand crumbling
After each delicate step you took. The yelps
Came from a distance. Your body moved as wistfully as
A wolf running through the mist air.
The legs of patience chased after me. Your eyes were
Blessed with sorrow. My mind was a swarm of
Bees, wandering all over our ground. The
Branches were whistling in the cold
Autumn, wind. I wanted to
Soar above the big, bright, brilliantly, burning
Sun.
You put your head in front of
My cheetah like body. I tried to push your
Swan like wing away, but you morphed into the hands
Of life’s worst possible fate.