ICE COLD

 

 

The landscape is cold and bleak.

I’m beginning to feel weak.

 

Ice is melting in my shoes.

I’m getting the winter blues.

 

I can’t find my way from here.

I had thought the town was near.

 

I’ve been walking for days.

I’m in some kind of daze.

 

There’s a break in the rocks ahead.

I hope they don’t leave me for dead.

 

My friends have to come back to me.

Rocks and trees are all I can see.

 

My friends are in the park playing ball.

I didn’t have to be afraid at all.

WINTER BLUES

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The landscape is cold and bleak.

I’m beginning to feel weak.

Ice is melting in my shoes.

I’m getting the winter blues.

I can’t find my way out of here.

I had thought the town was so near.

I’ve been walking for days.

I’m in some kind of daze.

There’s a break in the rocks ahead.

I hope they didn’t leave me for dead.

My friends have to come back for me.

Rocks and trees are all I can see.

My friends are in the park playing ball.

I didn’t have to be afraid at all.

A Desert Landscape

Escape your mind
Source: fascination–infatuation

A Desert Landscape

My mind is a desert landscape,

full of worries and contradictions.

It blasts away any chance of peace,

keeping me awake seeking sleep.

Thoughts are jumbled in the cobwebs,

lining the halls of my utter despair.

Bells ring in these curved walls,

warnings for me to take care.

Once one hole is filled in,

another one soon emerges.

A shovel will not do the job

to keep me safe from my pride.

A better state of mind is needed

to repair the damage already done.

My mind is a desert landscape,

full of worries and contradictions.

BLEAK

The landscape is cold and bleak.
I’m beginning to feel weak.
Ice is melting in my shoes.
I’m getting the winter blues.
I can’t find my way out of here.
I had thought the town was so near.
I’ve been walking for days.
I’m in some kind of daze.
There’s...

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The landscape is cold and bleak.

I’m beginning to feel weak.

Ice is melting in my shoes.

I’m getting the winter blues.

I can’t find my way out of here.

I had thought the town was so near.

I’ve been walking for days.

I’m in some kind of daze.

There’s a break in the rocks ahead.

I hope they didn’t leave me for dead.

My friends have to come back for me.

Rocks and trees are all I can see.

My friends are in the park playing ball.

I didn’t have to be afraid at all.

 

 

MY SECRET

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves and flowers.
I want to look at water and not towers.
Some color to brighten my day.
A place where the birds come to play.

I will walk to the end of the pier.
I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.
For I will only see fish swimming by.
And not any monsters lurking nearby.

Time will pass slowly and must be savored.
Whoever comes this way will be favored.
I think it’s only prudent and fair
To share my secret with those who care.