Undone.

Though it is bright, the sun is still missing from the sky.
The trees send cutting sounds with their winter leaves dry
She shivers, weathering but refuted and left a lie
Together, they cried, “where is the light? oh my”

Their knees are weakening and cant stand for long
Stomachs are in vain as their feet sing a sad song
The earth is turning its back on them and the food is gone
With Sharp wind leading the way; focused and strong

She stares at the white wall, puzzled and empty
Her eyes hold her sweet rain for she knows no cheeks
A memory now knows more than her, though filty
She filters, traveling far back so they can meet

The Exit, from the House I Live In

The Exit from the house I live in
The backdoor that leads to fresh air from all the smoke
The rest that is deservingly needed from endless battlefield
The calm, which never comes unless I make
the Exit, from the house I live in

The Exit from the house I live in
He holds me tightly, close, as if my strength is not broke
He praises me for winning when I have lost my shield
He listens, peacefully, which is never coming unless I make
the Exit, from the house I live in