Rumpus
Gazing out of my bedroom window
Rain softly patters against the bare cherry blossom tree
Wanting to feel the water against my face
I contemplate meandering outside
However I falter
Chained by reason and responsibility
A decade since the time
I felt truly loved
Running through the woods
Air filling my lungs
Branches brushing against my face
Gazing at the sunset
We were wild
Gazing out the window
What have I become?
An interchanging part
In an increasing sterile word
Where I am not a man
But a number
Leaving my wild tribe
I ventured to the dark place
Feeling like a loner
No one understood me
I longed for my tribe
For the wild
Opening the window
I gaze towards to sky
Letting the water gently caress my arid skin
My fears and apprehensions wash away
My eyes dart towards a dash of pink
A lone cherry blossom swept up into the air
The rumpus has begun.
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