nostalgia ┊❁ཻུ۪۪⸙

dec. seventeenth

he lingered about the cornfields.
searching for a place to sit.
carrying his burdens in his back.
was certainly not the way.
to spend his afternoon.

he finally found a cozy spot.
he laid down all his troubles.
and began to count the pebbles.
he sighed and picked them up again.
he grabbed his rusty shovel.
he plotted his aim.

digging down onto the soft dirt.
he felt his problems slowly being lifted.
but he still was not satisfied.
he continued digging a hole.
down, down to the ground.
the faint smell of success.
was on his subtle path.

the sun was on its last breath.
he was running out of time.
to reach the heavens he wished for.
the pit was finally done.
he throwed in his toils and troubles.
happily, his arms akimbo.

the body groaned and tumbled.
he now shoved back the dirt.
screams echoed softly as he did this.
it only fueled his laughter.

the hole was all covered.
his soul was soaring over the skies.
he was free, no more boulders.
on his shoulders, no more.
he took out his trusty friend.
bullets of roses piled in.

the cornfields tattered with.
roses, troubles and freedom left.
with nothing anymore.
for it to witness senselessly.