Smoky Ground

He breathes in all the colors

that i always wished i could.

He's cold, 

But he knows not what it means to be freezing.

It would seem that the waking would be a little more somber,

With every opening comes a close,

Call me whenever

Touch me now.

Make it count,

Because you just never know.

Because i'm an escapee

But not quite a survivor

Who might you be?

I want to feel religious

Or maybe

Me just being around

This weathered callousness

Takes away the film

And posts a sign:

'I've been here for a while'. 

Reviews

[Whiskurz]

I liked this piece....Very well penned my friend.....Whisk