I gaze out the open window
To a garden
Filled with lush greens
So vibrant
It is reflected in my glassy eyes
Bare paper lies beneath me
Filled with opportunity
To be marked with the ink
That lives within the pen
That lies between my fingers
As I draw the pen over the paper
I write
' I gaze out the open window '
YOU ARE READING
The Big Depressi
PoetryThese are some sad poems and some random imagery ones (light mention of suicide)
