Monday, April 28, 2014

Oblivious (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson

She didn't mean to do it,
Running, panting, looking
For a reason to turn back,
And find home, at last!
No one looked for her,
No one noticed her.
She now walked freely,
No screams, no violence.
No signs of hate or remorse,
No signs of criticism.
The sun was about to set,
She happily looked ahead.

Erick Flores