I'm gone to a place where nobody goes
And I'm free to be me
I'll come back to the world at some point
But right now, I'm free

The wind blows steadily across my skin
The sun bakes the ground below
The grass died three years ago
After a hard snow

A grasshopper scurries across the barren land
There's no water for a mile
The music in my head shifts into a minor
This song is going to last awhile

-Jonathan Cullifer

Poetry