Graph Art Project

The Desolate Deer

I am from desolate, abandoned rooms without a purpose

I am from decay and the natural wearing down of unkempt things

I am from broken people looking for a

hiding place

Away from the lives that they created for

themselves

I am from the season of fall,

Where things slow and eventually die

for the winter

I’m from uneven ground under worn shoes and scattered walls

I’m from background noise that has come

together,

A horrid symphony that doesn’t stop for breaks

or pauses

I’m from people who just need somewhere to go, somewhere to get away

I’m from colors in an echoing canyon that come together to mean nothing to all but few

I am from things thrown aside to rot and rejoin t

he Earth

I am from masks of hidden identity

And the fear of getting caught