P3

I took this picture and it inspired in me a poem

I found a lonely bench

 

Sat down as the calm wind blew on my face

 

grey was the sky

 

cool was the wind

 

my thoughts pooling in

 

what was I doing with my life?

 

Never have I felt so isolated

 

Never have I felt so cold

 

Going nowhere

 

oh so lost

 

My friend, the bench

 

carry me as  I carry my thoughts

 

breaking my back

 

as I drag with me

 

the crucifix

 

liberation is not too far away.