Nicholas Browning

Winter Sun

 

Standing on the ocean waves

I can feel the pull and push.

Looking around at everyone there

And realizing they are not aware

The sand beneath my feet is crushed

As an ego withered and gnawed away

Sinks further down and disappears.

 

Floating around a field of green

I can feel the off and on.

Turning around to see the lush

Of pine forgotten and oak untouched;

The bladed grass we tread upon

Is more vibrant than I have ever seen

Yet it doesn\'t amount to much.

 

Weeping through the branches\' dread

I can feel the out and in.

Decay fills the air and soaks inside

The once content red and yellow lines,

Turning the air so fragile and thin

So much so I could forget

That something here has died.

 

Lamenting below the shivering sun

I can feel the back and forth.

With heavy legs I walk the verge

And it with all the things I\'ve learned

Confine me here with frigid remorse

Evincing a penance never done

And I\'m left to guess what I deserve.