Musings of a Broken Mind

Urban Pollution

I sit deep in the verdant meadow, pearls of dew upon my feet,

the land I love alight with grace, where our bright moon and kingdoms meet.

My eyes oft wander to the skies, the clouds up high which move yet slow,

and weary though my soul may be, I chose this place I know so well.

For many years I've walked these lands, in search of something bright and new,

yet still my soul calls to the past, where legends once were born and grew. lonely voice calls out to me, I stand and fix my wandering gaze,

amidst the bracken, fern and heather, covered in a Summers' haze.

I take two steps, yet fall a mile, I close my eyes and say a prayer,

and when I dare to glance once more, the things I once had loved aren't there.

The noise around me fuels my fears, the screaming, dust and darkened skies,

fill up the corners of my heart, with tears cried from fearful eyes.

For what is gone no longer is, and what was loved is but a dream,

no more shall life be verdant green, no longer shall I tread the stream,

that often washed my weary feet, with comfort and a promise lost,

and untold days of glory gained, forever gone, a priceless cost.

© Copyright Janine Bignell 2013