There’s a garden filled with lilies and roses,
Dancing to the swift, musical breeze,
That surrounds the plentiful, beautiful aroma
Of the summer air.

My heart is thumping so loudly;
I find it difficult to consume oxygen.
It is a necessity, yet I struggle,
Like a person trapped inside a tight shut coffin.

The birds are so lovely,
They sing and chirp to the rhythm of sound,
That seems to echo and bounce,
From the caves not so far off.

I see too many colors to capture in one;
There are yellows, greens, browns, and blues,
That command my attention in this summer day,
For the beauty is too great to try to ignore.

I’m at peace, filled with tranquility,
Or so I say to myself as I watch with dismay.
I’m a walking lie, yet I feel nothing,
But I feel everything all at once.

The confusion is too great,
But the emptiness is there,
Not allowing me to think,
Not allowing me to be the creator in me.

Is this how it feels to lose all hope?
Is this how it feels to lose sympathy?
This may as well be why some choose drugs,
Instead of the high gained through excitement, you see.