Some poems are written when happy. Some are created when sad. Others appear when feeling sane. While some of them seem quite mad…

How long…

©The Strawberry Post

How long will this,
Be this way,
As all around,
Turns to grey.

A daily hurt,
Something new,
Something missing,
From my view.

A vista gone,
Life now blue,
As other sing,
Cheer on cue.

How long will it,
Be until,
Others see,
Act of shill.

A pain to see,
With real eyes,
The true nature,
Of the guise.

How long until,
They discern,
Or will it be,
Until the urn.

What do you think of the poem?  Is it one that brings up certain emotions?  Does it have a hidden message?  Let me know what you think in the comments below 🙂