Staring out the car window
At a bright, vibrant world.
It's autumn, and the leaves on the trees
Have turned bright, shining hues of auburn and gold.
The cold, crisp air
With the scent of pumpkin and nostalgia
Brings you back to your childhood.
Hiding in a world
Only you can see.
Hidden in your memories
Of gold and silver.
Of laughter and smiles.
Love and warmth.
There were bad days.
But there were always kind people
To bring color back into your life.
Those people are gone.
Left behind in those memories.
And the colorful radiance of joy
Is monochromatic and dry like dead leaves.
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PoetryJust a few poems I put together throughout quarantine because I had nothing better to do with my life. Quick warning, some of these deal with dark themes and mental illnesses, such as suicide and self-harm. If you are sensitive to these sorts of top...
