I won't be here or anywhere, Except in the fields of flowers a | Every Day Poems
I won't be here or anywhere,
Except in the fields of flowers and nowhere,
But still I'm here, rather in the minds of elsewhere,
Where are you?
Where are you?
In the shelves of my heart,
In the creases of my scars,
In the departure of a stolen light within the dark.
Re-building all of the rare spares,
Falling through the cluster of paths,
to outlive, yet another glare to haunt an outrage of war.
