A Bench

A break from reality.

A Bench

You sit on a bench, and go back in time

Back before hatred

Back before crime

This time was simple

This time was pure

It was obscure.

Love was shared

Hate was bashed

Peoples swards never clashed.

God came first, pleasure came last

People didn't judge you based on your past.

A family was whole, intertwined as one

They worked together to get things done.

Evil was conquered by light

There was never any fright.

This place is amazing

This place is yours

Just close your eyes and open the door.

Sit on the bench and have piece of mind

This place will be yours till the end of time.

By: Hunter Bales.

7/14/2017