To warn our fellow humans
a great effort and collaboration is needed
a sign we can work.
Day 790, waiting.
Stowed away feelings
from dark roots concealed in time
awaiting freedom.
Day 789, too colorful.
A disillusion
a monotone opposite
old faded desires
Day 788, memories.
A wave filled with you
your haunting image fading
to grey memories.
Day 787, show me.
the dark ground silence
a changing time cries its spell
to cast of your bind.
Day 786, drowning.
Dark waters around
anxiety pressures me
emptiness pours in.
Day 785, reflection.
I stand still silence
reflections trampled scattered
like ripples in mind.
