In The Dead Grass Low

Scott Lee

In the dead grass low I live here now

where the dead grass blows I stop and show

myself to you,

with a cruel voice slow I stalk to persecute

with a mad mob in my head screaming "Execute....Execute..."

 

A little boy smiles then runs far away

my memories are opening up as wide as yesterday

 

In the Dead Grass Low I remember you

where the dead grass blows...... I follow too

 

I find so much sorrow under January Blue

piercing skin from the hands that WAR has Drew!!

In the dead grass low I bleed for you

where cold winds blow visions through..

 

One thousand whispers in my ear

One thousand smiles disappear and there's nothing left of you.

 

If you are still alive and it's just my eyes that cannot see

Hold me where I hold you in my heart where Love Is Free

Save me from the stalking Hawk who has captured me

his razor claws and biting hate will not let me be..

 

In the lonely hours I call to you

and wait to hear your voice

I'm standing in a dark world with no other apparent choice

In the dead grass low my shelters lost where the cold winds blow my heart apart.

 

There's a stranger here breathing close

and the shattered glass reflects my face

In the dead grass low I am Black Morose

where the storm winds steal every trace

as the footsteps blow away

the sky is turning from blue to shades of endless grey.

 

It is here where no one knows my name, no one knows my name

in a place where nobody is the same

and everyone sets out to blame

there is only fire in our pain

where the grass can no longer grow.

So in the dead grass low I flow my silent thoughts to you

hoping you return

some day on a warmer wind, I hope to see my friend

some place with a warmer wind, I hope to see myself again....

 

Reviews

[dog]

whats these points for

[dog]

thats so beautiful
it reminds me of my pet fish darwin

[Scott Lee]

thanks Steph I appreciate it.

[mariah]

wow. i love it! good job, keep writing poetry.