One day I went walking, through a field of black
There was no sunlight there, but sweat dripped from my back
No raincloud to drench me, only cold to freeze my bones
My body felt of ice, like the world beneath my toes
I stumbled on flat ground, nowhere to catch my fall
The field of black got darker, until black consumed it all
I watched, standing on the ground, the colours in the air
Never dropping downwards to the world so unaware
My dreams began to mock me, with the colours that I lack
My dreams – they mesmerised me from the world that’s made of black
I watched my dreams fly higher, as they ran away
They flew faster at my cries, desperate to escape
I heard a shot ring out, and saw I had a gun
And I made my dreams come back to me
Every single one.
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Tufty Land
I'm Tufty - a 30 year old Welsh woman who's trying to get her voice heard and use some accountability for my writing. I like music, reading, writing, video games, and puzzles.
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