Weeping Willows scream as I sway by.
My rear view is shattered.
The tall weeds tickle my extremities and cause my tendons to twitch.
Just as I’m getting away, I hit the ground.
The sun hides in fear of what’s to come.
The skies scream at me to get up.
Just as I’m about to stand, the clouds start shedding tears at my disobedience.
I get the courage to get up and stagger through the mud puddles trying to make me stay.
I spot a hill and make it to the top.
I look back at what I’ve left behind, turn around, and witness what’s to come.
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