When the birds stop chirping
The clouds roll in
And the air
So thick with longing
Yet so thin you can barely breathe
The sky isn't blue
The grass isn't green
Just waiting for the sun to shine
Knowing it won't rise in the morning
Nothing has any colour
Any joy
Any hope
Sometimes
I have to ask
Is this a nightmare?
Am I still alive?
How can I be alive
If life is nothing but waiting
For something that will never be
YOU ARE READING
Spilled Tea
PoetryPoetry written on the daily life of a teenage girl. Feb. 23, 2019 - #2 in #welding Feb. 25, 2019 - #1 in #welding April 8, 2019 - #207 in #afraid April 15, 2019 - #192 in #alone June 17, 2019 - #84 in #growingup June 17, 2019 - #94 in #goodbye June...
