The grass brushes cold against my cheeks
Life here doesn't feel so bleak
And as the sun touches my messy hair
I feel in the moment that life is fair
Bugs crawl in and out my ears
Whispering to me to let go of all my fears
And as I lie there, back against the grass
I don't feel out of place at all, for as long as it lasts
Spiders are crawling
on my face and skin
If they're kind to me
I might just let them in
(
Yesterday's rain still soaks the earth
The eager worms got to it first
Beatles and bugs greet my winter-pale face
They challenge the sun to a race, to run
They conquer the plains, far and wide
They sleep in the soil, come and get inside
Zero feet under, away from the noise
Just chilling in the grass along with my boys
)
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PoetryI need a place for poems and poem-like things now that I've made a habit out of expressing myself through poetry
