I Write Poetry
No Way Out... The dead trees stretch across the sky in the day, as if lightning at night
The brown leaves hang, mourning the oncoming deathly wind
The brisk chill air keeps the feeling calm and tranquil, like the night but with more chatter
The horizon endlessly plummets to the never ending dream we were all put here for
The gray sky makes everything look dull and worn, dead, as if never given life, never even born
The land prepared for any man's taking, destruction is unanimous, churning a nightmare
The bark on the trees line like veins on a human arm
The shy fields stretch timidly behind the basking trees
The flurry of the birds in a world with no ends, yet no way out
The brown leaves hang, mourning the oncoming deathly wind
The brisk chill air keeps the feeling calm and tranquil, like the night but with more chatter
The horizon endlessly plummets to the never ending dream we were all put here for
The gray sky makes everything look dull and worn, dead, as if never given life, never even born
The land prepared for any man's taking, destruction is unanimous, churning a nightmare
The bark on the trees line like veins on a human arm
The shy fields stretch timidly behind the basking trees
The flurry of the birds in a world with no ends, yet no way out
46-50, M