I lay in a soft serene
green grass mellow
meadow.
As I fondly
remember
when the sky
was clear cleansed
with the beauty of
the bright new
color of blue.
Where you and I
never had a care.
Never had to cry
or wonder why .
Just wanting
to lie in that
delicate dulcet day
dancing
within the dreary
month of may .
YOU ARE READING
Poetry by Hayden McCain
PoetryMy poetry that I wrote while in pain with my headaches because of hydrocephalus and my shunt keep failing me . The videos are my inspirations for my poems.
