the trees whisper things i cannot hear,
their branches reaching like arms,
but not to hold me.
i walk aimlessly,
the moss remembering me,
footsteps tracking where i’ve already been.
it’s quiet
but not empty-
something watches.
i know i’m not alone,
and that’s what scares me most.
scares me for i am unsure
what is to come.
Tag: nature
dull
the moon watches,
but no longer glows,
just distant and pale
as the nights cycle.
colors are blurs,
once vivid treasures
but now,
just
there.
the sky quit speaking,
the wind whistles less,
and even the flowers
seemed to stop trying.
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