This lands seems to hold me back
The grip on my ankle tight and sticky red clay mud
The mud of my childhood pooling all around me reluctant
To let it go... these memories that taint my surroundings
I want to be free from here and them
Escape to another land far away from... my home
This mud-pit of a home, a place where memories
Are thick upon the air weighing it and me down...
Author notes
Where i live the dirt is red like blood... and becomes so sticky when wet...This land holds memories of times of great unhappiness and it seems that all it wants to do is hold us back... my generation and I are slowly fading into the background giving up on dreams because of this red clay mud...
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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very cool write.. very captivating
i really liked the author notes as well
great work
~rana~
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