Break Free From the World

Hey boodocks I'm going to flip flop between a poem and the detective series. To spice it up and have a little variety. Enjoy!

Morning light

Fills the earth with delight

The friey red smears 

Go for miles and miles

A new day kisses the mountains below.

My eyes dreary

I am weary

Of my pain 

That comes again

Birds songs echo through and through

But I never stay true.

Wondering into the abyss

I see what I miss

In the beauty of things

That blossom and grow, 

Sky high or two feet off the earth.

My feet drag on

This dry road I'm on

Passing the beauty

That I pitty 

Instead of admire 

I retire 

To my lonely 

World 

My heart wants what lays outside

To break free. 

Then it occurred to me

Who is to stop me

From enjoying the wonder.

That lays before me.

Perhaps I need to be free of me.

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http://www.deviantart.com/art/Free-98965379