Category: Writers Block
I didn't see the ice,
The sun was shining too brightly,
She led me with her short blond curls,
Then she was gone and I was falling,
Fast, dangerously, helplessly,
Summer heat stole my thoughts,
No ground to break the silence,
I wait, bracing my mind for the harsh recognition,
My flailing hands only grasp loose grass and dirt,
My own screams surround me, smothering,
If only I had those curls in my hands,
I’d have a tangible rope to save myself,
Cricket songs cradle me now,
Terror had released me from its smoldering bite,
I really like that! Well done!