Something like Peter PanA Poem by K. J. CorbinWritings From a Rut"What an efforted climb that looks to be" So there I lay, in the hollowed deep rabbit hole with the blue light at the center perimeter of my vision. Walls of muck and dirt of the hole in which I for someone else had dug. No clouds traveling in slow pacts, No birds fly by Just the sky. I would, in a way like to not live there But only to live around there. Instead I am down here. I am only the manish fae I am. Here where I was born In all I have known for the most of my days. I grow tired of falling out of the sky. Coercing my wings into once more their so called beautiful aerial alchemy. I lay here with my hand throbbing For I never seem to tire until I have had too much of the thing the humans call "street lights". I enjoy the sky However I grow tired. The streetlight and its burn produce a new sensation at every meeting. However I know it will burn me. I would not like to live there, only to be around it, without feeling as I do afterwards. My retina's have begun to stop seeing light the same, I am more used to the dark. So as i stare, Near catatonic, Into the sky. Oh how I wish, I could trust myself to leave, without hurting myself Once again.
© 2013 K. J. CorbinAuthor's Note
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