Spring Time

by Skylar Cribb about a year ago in sad poetry

2018

Spring Time

Spring time

New blossoms and blooms

It's full of life

However something lingers

It brings in its wake oppressive sadness

I don't know you and I can't act like I did

But the oppressive sadness I feel looking at everyone crying

It does something to people even if they didn't know you or like you, you can feel the weight of it.

It's the nicest day all year

April 23rd 2018 will always be a marked day for certain people, they have no choice but to remember it.

You can hear the birds chirping from inside this building and footsteps, but no talking. Here and there you can hear the soft sound of someone crying.

I contemplated whether or not to go to the restroom to perhaps think about life, but as soon as I relized I shouldn't go for there would be a mass of people swarming in there, some close to you or some you don't even know

I don't want to be subjected

Everyone is quiet and everyone is still listening for you

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