Oh how we used to talk about how beautiful it is outside
How fresh the air feels
How the trees sing with the wind
How wonderful it feels
When the sky paints it's mural
From the dreamy ,ocean blue
To the fiery red
That it turns into,
When the sun makes it's way towards home
And sets ablaze the horizon
Ablaze and yet so soothing and serene
Serene, just like the lush green meadows
And like the flowing river
With its calm and silence.
How we used to talk about ,
The poppies and the lilies and the roses
Blooming joyously
As if to colour the earth to rid it off of its gloom
But alas , my heart breaks a little
To merely talk about it
To be forced only to recall how beautiful the roses smelt.
And not experience it at all.
I'm forced to lurk around
The converging walls of grey and black
Forbidden to step out and witness the wonder beyond these doors
Unable to live in the world we once used see
Unable to breathe the air that we used to breathe
Unable to get out
Of this trap of colliding thoughts
Unable to scream
Unable to cry
Unable to be free
Like a caged bird who wishes to fly .