I long for The Other Side, where
the grass is green, and the apples hang
just within my reach, just so.
I long for The Other Side, where
the sea is still, but with a breeze to
keep me cool, and the seagulls sing
to please, if at all.
I long for The Other Side, where
the sky is blue when blue it so should be
the tears of god would only fall
through the night, so still.
I long for The Other Side, where
I can stand strong; alone, my voice
carry power, there where I would
belong.
I belong on The Other Side
(Prompted by a @thatrandompromptโ ย prompt: The Other Side)
