Burning the road to suicide.

As the wind blows through the trees

So does the remaints of our memories

Up the stairs, down the halls 

Im still recovering from it all

And the night seems to whisper....

"Your not alone, never alone.

The memories are in the trees

Up the stairs, down the halls

You'll recover from it all...."

I find confidence in the clowns

Even though they drag me down

I'll try to understand the meaning

But Im afraid its time for me to be leaving

And if I find a special place

Free from harm, my own space

Hope fully I'll recover from it all

 

Author's Note

When I refer to "clowns" I mean how they have painted on smiles.

Reviews

[Nathan Durham]

This was very good! I loved it. It flowed perfectly. Reading this felt like second nature to me! I have felt many of these same emotions in the past. This is my favorite work by you.