Fourteen (the journey) by Amy Del Cid The sound of the lake is not too far, From where all of the children are. The sky bleeds bright blue with white, It will soon turn black at night. Along the edge of the grass Lies a stone wall that seems to pass, Between one and the paradise that sits ahead To cross over, one might be found dead. The chirping birds fly with fear, For the radiating sun holds no mercy here. Despite the welcoming arms of the trees, The loud and harsh crunch of dead leaves Show that there is nothing left to lose One must stay or go, just choose.
14 Still Waters Vol. IV, Issue I.
