Perspective

PERSPECTIVE


I stood there
in the lobby
eyes bloodshot

worn out

cinematic
screams,
blood,
betrayal

deceit
bitterness
cruelty

death

is it over?
am I safe?

now,
outside -
the sweet
cool
air

and a tree
comforting
parked cars

somewhere,
a laughing beach
no one ever colored
with time,
makes birds
and blue
skies

now,
outside -
the soul
comforts
the body

the way
mothers do

the way
fathers do

with a story
or a warm
blanket

now,
outside -

the vast vast

vast

Ocean

 

 

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