Discrete Downfalls

You seek the green trees, a warm breeze,

yet all you receive are the wilting

petals I manage to bloom.

You search for life, desperate for one high.

A train comes by and you're gone,

only to be forgotten.

You sing a song and I listen for too long.

Your voice is wrong in my ears

and I'm done sitting here.

Reviews

[Reaching for the clouds]

You seem expert to me. I like this style and your skills. Easy to read.....enjoyable.....appropriate pics.....lots of beauty throughout.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Too many people are never satisfied... always thinking something is better out there and end up losing what they really needed. Great poem.