Roses (A Poetry Book)

depression

The voices of children laughing
Resonates with the clocks tikking
The rustling of swings
That sings
Within the silent screams of wind
The voice of water runing
Speaks empty words
& that green lady dancing
Within the rhymes of nature

All of those things
I hate them
I despise them
These voices
Those sceneries
All of it is a lie
All of it is gloomy
Maybe envy is a reason
Maybe hatred
Maybe sadness
Maybe sorrow

Do you remember the bast?
When we were in that red city
Maybe it wasn't red
I don't quite remember
It's the city that .... delivers...
Delivers ...
Innocence to become filth
It's a mother's womb
City of wombs
I..wish I never got out of it
Because it was warm

Did you know?
That life is an enormous hardship
& death is terrifying ?
& why am I asking?
I don't know
I don't know .