Something given,
and something taken away.

A sunrise enjoyed,
its golden rays,
later darkened.

The sound of,
a turquoise sea,
lapping onto the beach,
quickly quieted.

The warm touch,
of flannel sheets,
on a February’s,
shivering body,
now feel icy cold.

Spring’s first scent,
of the rose,
stuffed away in a,
congested corner.

All that I’ve worked for,
and all that I’ve earned.
All that I’ve been promised,
and all that I deserve,
all once given,
only to be taken away.