The Fall

September 23, 2017

Grass began fading,

No longer green, not even brown.

Every glance I took

Sent my face into a frown.

The stars no longer shined,

The sky no longer blue.

Warmth of the sun's rays left no trace,

Not even a clue.

The leaves all fell,

Though it wasn't fall.

Bricks no longer red,

Crumbling in every wall.

I miss the music playing,

When it bounced throughout the air.

Now theatres contain signs

With nothing but "Beware".

Oxygen fills my lungs,

Yet it feels hard to breathe.

My dreams have all vanished,

Leaving nothing to achieve.

All I ever wanted

Was to be with you.

Now it seems to be

The only thing that is still true.

But when you left you took the color,

You even took my smile.

Nothing beautiful remained,

Not within a single mile.

I am not blind,

But I no longer see.

Anything that was beautiful

Now ceases to be.

I am not deaf,

But I no longer hear

The way you used to laugh

Whenever you were near.

I am not dead,

But my heart no longer beats.

For that you have taken,

I now know of no release.

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