Feeling the sun's warmth and cool
breeze, I miss the things that put me at ease.
The singing birds and peaceful bliss,
now are a distant memory.
Talking to trees and seeing animals
flee are no more for me as I am lucky to see a cat greeting me.
The sparkling lake and its rippling
saddens me because I am no longer one with it.
The air that used to clear my head now
only lives to suffocate me.
Where I lived before was inspiring to
me, but now I am a blank slate.
I cannot form a thought without it
crawling back in my head.
I don't know what is going on, but I
feel alone in this place.
Where I no longer have a mind of my
own, but possessed by smothering and isolation.
