The filth that is

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I lay at the edge enjoying the rays of sun
The way the warmth felt good on my skin
The soil was still fresh under my nails
My wounds were still fresh
My face still had mud streaks on it...my clothes tattered but I never felt as free as that moment
I sighed and thought of how good it feels to be up here
But then
I missed the cold inside the hole
Suddenly the sun was too hot
The light too bright
And I felt lonely
Atleast in the hole
I had something surrounding me
Though filthy....i never felt it
Although the animals gnawed at my skin
I still missed it
And slowly
Im getting dragged back
And im scared
Cause my system doesn't want to fight
Maybe I really should go back to my filthy safe haven

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