lonelynature

I open my eyes, glancing around me,

the world is dripping with shades of grey,

my glasses have disappeared.

My eyes are open, the rose is gone,

The pristine white sheet burns into my eyes,

blank, like the thoughts in my head,

It’s daunting, mocking, empty.

I want to be able to do something, anything,

The ball kept rolling,

Spinning in circles,

Spiralling up the tree,

Again and again. 

The cycles never finished,