Field of Blades
By h2whoa
I am swaying. The breeze that you are, Sweeps through the field, Looking for the non-believers, The losers and the lost. You will find me. I shoot out my roots, Try to grip a little tighter. Why won't you leave me be?! You scream your terrifying howl. I'll pretend I don't exist. Others around me are unafraid, Their individuality grants a conformity. I am singled out. I choke in fear, You pluck me up. A helpless weed. Written November 26th, 2001 © on Nov 25 2001 11:58 PM PST 0 • 18 • 1
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"I am swaying...."