One day you're seeing colors
Its like the sun is shinning just for you
Flowers bloom,
Birds hum like your favorite song,
The ground beneath you feels warm.
But you'll find yourself slowly wander more.
To this place where its hard to go back.
You'll find that the sky will never be blue again,
The comforting smell of trees have vanished,
And gone is the joyous sound of children playing.
YOU ARE READING
Solitude
PoetryS O L I T U D E (n) a state of seclusion or isolation. That's all it takes to free my thoughts.
