Highjacked by a wide blue sky
kidnapped by an arching sea
waylaid by an eagle cry
captivated by captivity
slow the rescue till I see the moon
if I escape before nightfall
it will be too soon.
If depression were a flavor, it would taste like a glass of water. Colorless and tasteless. You could drink a bellyful and still be ...
Not only sands and gravels Were once more on their travels, But gulping muddy gallons Great boulders off their balance Bumped heads together...
I don't know if any of you have ever had to deal with the repercussions of a suicide but the amazing thing about it is how far reaching...