The beautiful sunny day was bright in my vision.
Birds flying overhead,
the grass swaying with precision.
The clear fresh air filling my nose,
a sound of a slight breeze that I cannot oppose.
The sense of peace as I lay in the warm grass,
time inevitably seeming to pass.
I sit up once more to take in the view,
but instead now seeing that the grass no longer grew.
There was no more sweet scent of pine,
the breeze was cold,
sending an unwanted chill up my spine.
And as the colors fade I am taunted by what was once amid,
As everything around me seems to die just like I did.
~A.T
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Sad Poems
PoetryA collection of poems that may pain you to read, possibly as much as they pained me to write
