
When last had I heard bird song?
Has it really been here all along?
When have flowers been so bright?
Was something wrong with my sight?
When was the breeze so fresh?
At what point did lose my breath?
Now I stand here in the rain.
No longer numb no longer afraid.
When did smiling feel like this?
Has it always before been a mask?
Whats this pain deep within my chest?
Has that beating always been in my breast?
Have I always been lost fallen asleep?
Or is this I'm experiencing the real dream?
Don't wake me I want to hear the bird song.
About the Creator
Chris Santiago
I've always found a bit peace and release in putting word to written medium. I'm by no means an accomplished wordsmith but I find enjoyment in it. My love for writing started from world building that being a dungeon master provided.



Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.