As the world turns from lime to sunset burning sun,
the hopes turn from almighty to all insignificant-
a child's desires turn from hope to lust.
The air changes from soothing to brisk,
your attitude from calm to snappy-
a miraculous thing my surroundings can do.
As the east changes to west,
the earth's tilt affects my mind set,
just as the gates to the water club pull tightly shut.
I watch them float down,
till surrounded by the last reminder of my happiness-
it is warm and inviting when I think of it.
The stone wall accents my color scheme,
affecting only my nightmares-
blocking out all terror that creeks on the other side.
Alone,
in a windowless room,
I plan my return to lime from my sunset burning sun.
Silently devastated,
that my world will change until May-
bringing flowers from the showers of prime.
YOU ARE READING
The World In My Words
PoesiaThese are my stories, they are my words and my thoughts and my feelings. It takes time to turn tragedy into art. This is my corrupted world in words. This is a message from the breathless. Can you read between the lines?
