Dirt and debris, my eyes stung
No sense of direction, but safe and sound
Bare soil and bare trees surround me, but I am at home
Sound of the wind whistle spoke to me
The only thing I heard with my one ear
I lied my hands down onto earth
And I went home as I fell into slumber
The clouds covered the skies, no light shining through
As if it was suffocating it out of anger and remorse
But it felt calming and safe, unlike letting unhappiness run its course
Rain too smelled of earth and the thunder roared
It felt warm as the rain fell onto my skin
Although whilst the winter grass withered thin
As my mind drifted off, the brighter view of a crowd distraught me
As if I was still alive like the others, walking freely on the ground
With the soul to walk around with, and able to breathe all-around
I was only misplaced like a horse running along the ocean, with the full moon during the day
Remembering the feeling of my brittle bones crumbled, and my muscles numb
On the ground I felt nothing, unable to wake from an open-eyed dream by moving a thumb
It was then I knew as I saw the wolf in flames and the sound of a trumpet
What I thought was all flowers and the crowd singing
Instead it was of crumbled flowers and people screaming
I spoke nothing of what I saw, as I knew
Knowing it would require a great deal of courage and hope
So I sat here unmoving, as dark clouds stained the sky with no light provided to cope
