Tire swing sway
Under my oak playpen
A castle of a tree
Only there do I feel free
But that memory palace is only that
A journey I have gone on
Yet can never go back
For you raised me there
All in good time
We left the Florida heat behind
Winter is white
Like a peaceful dove
The snow is beautiful
I think I like it here
Where the water
is more clear
I can't wait to start school again
And make new friends this year
But there lies the issue
I am already eleven years old
These children have all made their friends
I'm just the lonely fool
That's where it all began
I think during winter time
Secluded to my books
I wished of simplistic times
Swaying on my tire swing
The picture is all fuzzy now
Distant like the ocean shoreline
I have no friends to call mine
If only I could hold that girl
Who cried to find a good night's sleep
I would braid her hair I think
And kiss her forehead with my lips
I won't tell her things get better
I would be a liar
I would simply comfort her
When her only savior is yelling at her now
They used to get along you see
During the first world war
When more people were involved
It was easier not to feel so alone
But now she is trapped
Mentally fighting a battle so harsh
It marks her skin
It stains her sleeves
It doesn't end
When she gets off the bus
No one seems to grasp the fact
That just because a home seems loving
Doesn't mean every comfort of the beginning
Will remain intact
Now that girl is twenty four
She's still dreaming of things before
When this cold war wasn't televised
When she was swinging from that tree
YOU ARE READING
WAX & SATIN
Poetry-"The Southern Gospel of the Southern Gothic. It always turns out to be a small town where everyone knows your name. The depraved are washed in blood, pleasure is found in dark places. Thankfully, there's still church on Sunday morning." A.E.Edward'...
