As I walk.
The color has drained from the world.
All I see is black and white.
The same shades of gray.
There was color once.
The days are a quick memory that I can’t remember.
The steel in my hands is uncomfortable.
Pride undermined.
Duty replaced with dollars.
There are no more children on their bikes.
The streets quiet.
Society robbed of their laughter.
I dream of the past.
When life was simple.
When there was still color in the world.
I miss the joy there once was.
About the Creator
Brier
Im a drunk steel worker from Wisconsin that enjoys writing. Currently working on my first novel and doing some short stories in the mean time.
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