Find a place where you make no haste to escape.
Then keep it in mind.
You will want it for the right time.
As you begin thinking you start shaking.
It is cold in this barren land.
No one is here to comfort thee in your time of need.
That is why you want to find a place where you make no haste to escape.
Everyone else has abandoned this sad scene of...
What used to be...
And wait...
What could be?
It is cold in this barren land.
Why do you just stand?
You begin to pick up your feet, but you don't want to retreat.
So you let your feet shuffle to the beat below thee.
Crunch crunch crunch.
It is cold in this barren land.
No one is here to comfort thee in your time of need.
That is why crunch crunch crunch is like munch munch munch.
It fills you up for it is a barren land.
It is your land, do not stand.
It will warm you up when you play.
All you have to do is decide to stay.
Crunch crunch crunch.
You can't get enough.
You were free to be who you wanted to be.
Everyone else has abandoned this sad scene of...
What used to be...
And...
You know there was no waiting on what could be.
This land was seen as cheesy, but you made it pleasing.
You were warming up, but it wasn't fast enough.
It is cold in this barren land.
You never did stand, your happiness got to your head.
Running began to keep your blood pumping.
That's when you remembered to then keep it in mind.
Find a place where you make no haste to escape.
It is too late.
You did haste.
Your mind went running so now reality is showing.
You are shunned to this place of no love.
No one is here to comfort thee in your time of need.
You are in an empty cell.
Giving the word jail meaning too as it keeps you stuck in your head.
You are different, but everyone focuses on what used to be...
And...
Not what could be?
You are happy as you time things exactly.
You will want it for the right time.
All you can see is the cell before thee and hear the beat of feet walking beyond thee.
You never can stand with these shackles at hand.
You are bound here and must stay here.
It is quite lonely.
There is no one to comfort thee in your time of need.
Everyone else has abandoned this sad scene.
It is left cold.
That is why as you begin thinking you start your shaking.
It is cold in this barren land.
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Midnight Blue
PoetryA midnight blue that becomes a blue midnight... ━ Highest rank: #1 - darkpoetry, #1 - darkpoems Cover Design: Mist Bishop ┃ W MistElix-ir15
