theirishcat

In the night, darkness glooms in the sky that is only lit by a full moon. The branches on trees would reach out like hands waiting for a rescue. A lot like weeping slaves trying to grab their loved ones. Below would be dirt and mud, That used to be layered with grass I would be walking through this place, I would be walking through a timeline of memories From when I was young To now Walking through this forest In this place I could think Wonderful thoughts In this place dreams would soar Through the air like unguided spirits Gliding in the air Like a bird high above your head I would come every evening Just to let all of my anger And fr