Dear God.

Or whatever you are.

Where are you? ...

Now you’ve emerged,

Through your prison.

Looking at the world. ...

Three sprouts.

A stain on the ground.

The rest, ...

Curious…

How borders,

Even today, ...

Some days

Are confusing.

Too many paths. ...

So much around.

But you stand out.

“Don’t want to.” ...

Hey old wheel!

How do you feel?

Laying in dried grass. ...

Stone blocks and fences.

The grey sky,

Makes breathing feel heavy. ...

Dear little flower.

You promised to stay.

A commitment, ...

Crowded skies.

But not like yesterday.

Everything’s different. ...

Wood,

Strangely cut.

Why like this? ...

On carefree days,

When it’s time to play,

I hide her slippers. ...

Old age armor.

Autumn colors.

Images of dark, ...

Magical wonders,

On the skyline.

How easy, ...

Time erodes.

Walls feel tired.

Wanting to reveal, ...

It’s a crowded world.

Hard shells.

Built in time. ...

Nature’s tears.

Refusing to fall.

Waiting to be seen. ...

Nighttime.

When it’s dark, and

Hard to see. ...

Corn growing in the fields.

A summer rainstorm storm,

Clouding the horizon. ...

Paint peeling.

Tiles cracking.

Scratched and uneven. ...