Grey Summer Air

He stares blank, cold.

Fear settles at the creek, shadows.

Shadows that I've seen before, shadows that burn.

The burning increases as he stares.

Knowing the outcome he stands, watching.

Waiting, false hope builds us up.

Grasping the situation, he stands cold.

This man is not a man, but a small glimpse of tragedy.

Feeling his pain as he ( Read more... )