Take Me Poem by christina weinke

Walking throw the field that once the most beautiful flowers on each branches of the rough smooth trees. All of those trees are burning in the fires. Raining ashes of those beautiful trees. The ground is hard full of gray and black ashes of my hopeful memories. I step closer to this one puddle of clear blue water. Looking at my face thats not mind anymore. My heart breaking inside of sorrows with crows around me. Tosee that box full of those happy memories once again. Awaking me up from this nightmare. Pulling down on my bones. Take me down with you. Help me find my happy place again.