Imagine a world,

Filled with blue skies

And white pillowy clouds.

Leaves on the trees

And soft whistles of the wind

Blow onto my face. 

As I sit under a tree, 

Leaves start to fall

Landing on my lap,

A bird chirps in the distance,

But can still hear it cry out.

I start to close my eyes,

But the white clouds disappear. 

In 60 seconds,

The once bright blue sky

Has quickly gone grey

And the pillowy clouds

Have turned to stone.

The sweet world that I was just sitting in

Has now become sour

And bitter.

The smooth leaves 

Falling off the trees

Are now rough

To the touch.

And the laughs I would have with friends,

Became silent,

And isolated. 

Months and months,

Cooped up inside.

Everything you had planned

Quickly was banned 

And all of your dreams, 

Rapidly disappearing,

Right in front of your eyes.

Soon, you will begin to feel

Like hundreds of pounds

Are weighing on your shoulders. 

Like you always had to cry,

And you are always worried about something. 

Although this feeling is new,

You still smile,

With no joy,

And laugh 

With no delight. 

Will this feeling ever pass?

Only time will tell

But for now,

You sit with this feeling

With your dreams

Disintegrating in front of your eyes,

Hoping the discomfort

Will go away.