You know when you're at a park after a long day and trying to soak in some sun and happiness? You look around and observe people. There are kids, families, lovers and so many more kinds of people. But it's the laughter of the kids that brighten up a dull moment in that time frame. Carefree, almost nostalgic. It's that moment when you can't help but smile to yourself.
On a lazy, sultry Sunday
the greens surround my soul
as I sit back on the lonely bench
waiting for a ray of hope.I see my ghost in the lake
reflection drowning in sorrows,
burdened by a daunting past
waiting for a better tomorrow.Lost eyes search for solace
in numerous empty graves,
I find it in my senses
when laughter makes it way.I look over to the other side
made greener by little children,
their giggles light up my world
turning it into a slice of heaven.— it's all in the little things
YOU ARE READING
Little Things (NaPoWriMo 2024)
PoetryHave you ever had this epiphany of immense satisfaction or peace, while doing the most mundane thing in life? Like watching a sunset, or sharing a cup of tea with your loved ones. A comforting hug from your sibling or a shared laugh with your best...