Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, October 15, 2022

Arms of Mine

Unlike the seasons 

that come and go, 

life is bases on choices

pointing out the roads. 


It could be I'm missing you,

as I am melancholy as can be.

The darkness moving in 

as a troubled hold on me. 


It's the scream in silence

that no one can hear, 

as I reached into the darkness

and found a wall of fear. 


The wind suddenly danced 

high up in the trees, 

swirling around in circles

I caught a few falling leaves.


My heart is racing 

as a tear falls from my eyes, 

I am caught up in a dream 

that you are in these arms 

of mine.






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