Summer
It started when I first felt the wind,
Warm and gentle, on a summer night
The sky was clear
And then one flickered by;
I was the only one that missed itThe only one without a wish.
For hours I sat
Until the rocks beneath me
Started cutting into my skin
-I did not notice-Waiting
Waiting for another wish
For another chance.It never came,
Autumn
A few years went by
Before I felt it again:
A feeling that at the time,
I could not name.I was in the middle of laughing
Surrounded by friends
That were not significantWhen my smile dropped
And I couldnt understand why.
Who was I, not to be happy?Who was I?
Winter
Mere months passed
-Without noticing-It was as if nothing was,
Time no longer mattered
All I remember
Is the cold bite
Of bitter wind.
Slowing everything down,
To the
Tick,
Of
ASecond
Before it all came rushing back
All the shades of the rainbow
Now crimsonSpring
Little dew drops
Like glitter on closed buds,
Buds that were long due
To openLaughter no longer carried
On the summer windThe cold
Just a mere memory
Of horrorsThe rainbow
Carrying a note:"Spring isn't coming."
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PoetryA mix of poetry, short stories and things that actually happened that I hope will make some people experience things that they normally would not. I want to make people see the world how I see it. Where colour is sound and a painting becomes life.