Rustic colors

by Dagmar Wilson   Oct 21, 2019


I live my life alone
the nest I have built for myself has no space for lies and deceit.
I am a loner.

I watch the leaves falling
one by one
hear trees cry,
they are losing their sommerdress.

Fall is holding rustic colors
painted pumpkins,
I miss the birds singing in the morning.

I wished I could fly, sit on a cloud
living in a bubble away from socially cruel people,
still I am sane.
I have no plan to hurt myself.

Depression is who I am
holidays carry a beauty,
sadness is on the rise.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Some people can be mindlessly cruel never considering the implications or impact of their behavior. You are right to expel them from your life. There is sonething sad about the Autumn season. The bringer of early dark evenings cold bones and misery for many. Sending you a warm hug and wishes fir better times much love Milly x

  • 5 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Sometimes, it is best to push all those other nitwits out of your nest, Dagmar. It makes for a far more peaceful rest.

    Take care

  • 5 years ago

    by Michael

    Miss Dagmar, such vivid images. Depression comes in many forms and colours. Much love, M :) *x

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