Move along the green meadows.
Butterflies flitter.
Bunnies hop.
Birds sing.
But all thou shall feel is the regret.
The deep rooted regret thou so loathes.
Thou, alone in the meadow, oversees the dark clouds.
Clouds of grief.
Clouds of greed.
Thy concience is in a web.
Lost.
Alone.
Sanity has gone.
Forever resting.
Forever at peace.
















Devious Comments
But tis a good poem! Highly expressive and effective I think.
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I mean to say "succinct yet vast"
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It takes Nature and then turns it into something dark, and yet I still get a peaceful feel from it. It's almost like a soul being trapped in Summerland...It's amazingly awesome.
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