Seasons roll on by without me,
Should I stand by?
Nothing left to fight against,
lost in my own mind.
Black and white sky,
exuding splendor. No color,
nothing peculiar, only fact.
No meadows, just pavement.
Children are gone, the playground a void.
Once a lifetime to explore,
now a hardship to deplore.
I'm left behind in the monochrome,
barely alive and turning to stone.
Black and white sky,
exuding splendor. No color,
nothing peculiar, only fact.
No meadows, just pavement.
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Black and White Sky
PoetrySeasons roll on by without me, Should I stand by? Nothing left to fight against, lost in my own mind. Black and white sky, exuding splendor. No color, nothing peculiar, only fact. No meadows, just pavement. Children are gone, the playground a v...
