Drawings in the Sandbox
by,
Sarah
Drawings in the sandbox,
Faded memories,
of times,
etched in the back of your mind,
They're there
but just barely.
To the point you can't decipher
between
Dreams and Reality.
Tears you cried,
left forgotten in puddles,
from a time you almost forgot.
A timeline drawn in the sandbox,
pictures reflect
a lonely childhood
of a lonely child.
Pictures drawn in sand,
never last forever.
They get swept away,
by wind,
or
the tromping little shoes
of other children,
who will never experience
the pain
of being alone.
They laugh and play
as if they are
unaware of the sinister cruelty
of the world.
 iDitchedYoshino · Mon Aug 20, 2007 @ 08:12pm · 2 Comments |
