Something about this poem grabbed me. I love the line that starts “While I…”
Just Another Passing Day
My kitchen is full of snow;
My bed is dripping wet, soggy, and soaked through.
Rain clouds hover just above my desk.
The mud that clogs the hallways,
Leaves behind a trail of shoes: wellies, trainers, sandals
The boots of people going places, going far
While I, well, I am here to stay.
The yard, now overgrown,
With green, brown, red, and blue,
My window faces trees
A golden against the sky
The colors vibrant against teh darkening veiw
Just another day that passes
But my feet have yet to wander
And as the sky darkens, I have to wonder, why?
The stream has turned orange,
The moss a bright blue,
One color melds into another,
And I find, that perhaps I have lost my shoes.
My feet are sunk deep,
In the ocean’s vast sands,
And my eyes have become heavy, very heavy