Garland and Columbia

Dreams are crushed when

days begin and end with a

darkness set ablaze by dysfunction

The curtains and door hid

the hoards of filth and the

rodent-infested train wreck

that was 333

A byproduct of three

unwavering generations

Innocent little minds

blind to the darkened

state of chaos

were forced to create

beautiful memories

in the simple things

Sanctuary was found

behind the glass doors

where there was a

forrest in the middle a city

Days were spent in

a play-pretend world

exploring a magical forrest

where there were forty foot

bamboo plants all around

Peace was found in knowing

that there was a world outside of

333

Garland

And Columbia

Peace was found in knowing that

your play-pretend world

was your one way out