by Lara McKusky

Created on: January 05, 2009

REFRESHED

There is this black hole

That I need to paint over

With the blue of the sky.

And the pounding of my head

To be soothed away by bird's voices.

The anger to be replaced

By the green of the grass;

The swaying of the flower petals

To induce a peaceful sleep.

Cover up that burning darkness-

Sweep it away with the fingers of trees.

I'll fly,

Fly away

In the arms of the wind,

Because I don't want

To think about the darkness

Again.

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