Poetry · Writing

Retreat

wakin’ up playin’ make believe

hidin’

under the covers

makin’ clouds with our hands

untamed fields as far as the sheets can see

pair of wild stallions

retreatin’ from the encasin’ darkness-

runnin’

nothin’ will catch ’em

fleein’

the never settin’ sun

Published by SamT.Gutierrez

My name is Sam and I love art. I sometimes do podcast, I sometimes stream videogames. View all posts by SamT.Gutierrez