A Syringe of Meadow

The meadow is just an escape for me it was a drug but for each of us it's different don't let my take change yours

I stood in the shade of
the forest fearing
for my life cause life was hard

So I stepped from the shade
of fear and uncertainty into
the sunlight which warmed my body

I walked further from the tree line
into the meadow with mother told me to fear
I stood in the flowers rising to my waist

I came upon a single tree
which seemed to mingle
with the perfect blue sky

The tree stood beside a pool of water
so clear I saw the bottom and creatures inside
I sat down under the tree next to the clear pool

I drank from the water
Ate from the tree
Slept in the shade

I did not leave the meadow despite my
wife and child that sat at home waiting
for me to return with midnight's meal

I woke the next day to hear birds
chirping and singing with the morning sun
I drank from the pool

I reached up into the tree
to grab a fruit
when my hand brushed a wasp nest

I felt fear as the wasps came out to swarm
me so I ran into the pool to get away
I laid in the for a few moments

When I went to stand I could not
the mud was holding me down
I thrashed to get away

I realized then I was not the only one here
I saw the bones of others past victims
there bones laid around the bottom

I laid in the grave
next to the wasp nest
in the meadow of flowers