Rose-tinted glasses rest upon my nose, The reality seeps through the edges Yet, I ignore For the cravings of a fantasy Are too strong to let go of And so I stay running in circles as the world runs around  chasing the world. So, we were reading about denial in class and I saw this … Continue reading Denial


The Coming Change

I see a change fast approaching me like the winter snow coming in a time too early, in a time too forlorn But do I really want it to fall To step into a different place Where a white carpet lies in place of vibrant green blades The glistening snow too bright for my inexperienced eyes Where the bare arms of the shivering oak have replaced it's once brown wings on my front porch