hope yet to come
Blocks of pavement down the street,
lead me to that place so bleak;
One foot in front of the other,
This day is the same, just another.
Walk to school in silence,
Clouds gather round and twirl like daisies
I dont need their guidance

Rests on the pavement down the street,
Hibiscus pink, meet me will,
'fore the tiring roots parabole
and analysis the hyperbole
find the pressure- systole
Sit mute and silent,
Whilst absorb the ink on page, we.

Home I run to cooler shades,
To simpler words and slower flames.
At the concrete glum,
I search for what was once.
The gale took what I found as hope -
dragged and spun my chances life,
the hibiscus pink, bright and roped.