I saw only grey

When I awoke to the rain

My sleep had been in vain

My head began to sway

The willow tree was useless

It swayed to the rhythm of the wind

Each chime to the beat was determined

To break my sureness

I knew not which way to go

My home was far for I had run

Away I had sprinted with just a bullet and a gun

I avoided all roads so no one would follow

Oh.

No.

Blue light befell me

A streak of fire set free

A scar to last a century

But alas the storm gave mercy

And finally,

I’m home.