Daily Prompt: Faded

The words rolled away
sounds of voices faded
left alone, one tall tree
a meadow of grasses to cover
roots digging deep to find water.
The earth was scorched in pain
no one could look away,
their eyes grew dim
then, mystery took hold of hearts.
From where does happiness arrive,
or sadness to drive
feelings of freedom
often mistaken for prison?
The cages barred
are only a mind looking too closely
abandoned buildings
torn without a cause.

Poetry

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