17 meadow pipits circle above me as I sit surrounded in green walls and grey sky. The damp sucked into my being and I knew it would not be long now until I had to start the journey back to the beautiful blood soaked bed in which you left me.
The pipits swoop ever closer as the sky begins to carry their wings to the final resting place for us both. Cotton clouds of asylum please be kind when we finally arrive and welcome us with the love we have always tried so hard to give. It may be wrong but it is all we have left.
As I look back to the sky I realise that the pipits are gone, and once again I am surrounded in questions of grey skies and green walls and the endless search for the way.
The pipits swoop ever closer as the sky begins to carry their wings to the final resting place for us both. Cotton clouds of asylum please be kind when we finally arrive and welcome us with the love we have always tried so hard to give. It may be wrong but it is all we have left.
As I look back to the sky I realise that the pipits are gone, and once again I am surrounded in questions of grey skies and green walls and the endless search for the way.