Just wrote this, off the cuff, and haven’t edited it at all, thought I’d throw it up see if anyone thinks it’s any good 🙂
Rusting groans give way to rustling whispers of silence
The minds eye sings the national anthem ready to end for the night
No more does his mind wonder like it did, as a child
Racing over the plains a sturdy stick in hand
Screaming his lungs out of adventures accomplished
And others yet to come
Silence now….
He likes the silence now…
The trees make their arguments to the oncoming winds, leaves, like himself stand in defiance, holding on for their very lives…
…Once…
He cares not anymore…
His mind was once a steal trap
His heart never missed a beat
To lose once single beat, was to lose the day…
Now he sits…
Rusting away…
Uncaring of those around him…
Still defiant, but now in his own way
A tree in the deepest winter
Leaves gone
As the snows come
Forcing the cogs to stop turning…
On my way home tonight I noticed a big cog from a machine way back when, half buried in someone yard….just got me thinking…