Millions [Poetry]

the poisoned meadow

the poisoned meadow

august1twenty18

once upon a time meadow grew so dead, so sapped of heart and will. pierce of the never-always sweet fatality runs deep, never leaves. poison? maybe.

maybe poison isn't bad.

coarsed through heroes of savage war, poison's what they're fighting for (against). unfortunate at best, though, because heroes took it all - meadow couldn't take the fall.

dreamed of man-made grottos, stolen kisses littering the walls. leaving heartbeats unfinished, all else ribboning into something new entirely. but meadow's dead.

wishing but not wishing, hoping against all hope, knowing that it will never leave. not completely. one gloomy meadow surely can't bring about enough change.

it still rains, but the grass never gets greener, leaving one to wonder why...hm.

what's there left, meadow's dead. all i've got is my stupid fucking head.