A Happy Place Where I Can Go

• Kyle Finlayson
• Poetry
• 2013

A happy place I can go
Where the sun will brightly shine
Where lovely flowers will rapidly grow
A place where everything is always fine

A river flows with water of blue
It is of an unnatural hue
The grass is green, but the sky is grey
This world plays with me like some sort of clay

I allow it to though, the real world I am blocking
For it is better to give reality the wave
Than to watch your son’s small coffin
As they lower it to the grave