His world changed that Tuesday afternoon.
He ignored the shifting wind,
The roots of something else devoured
The beauty of the original.
Branches of distrust guarded the once clear way,
The path now dingy and dilapidated.
Wonder once misted where
Despair now looks to.
Melancholy instruments strung out of tune
And a haunting melody throughout the room.
Did he not feel the shift?
Or taste the sour air,
Or smell the bitter perfume,
Or even look at the avenue?
Did he hear the coming change?

His shadow casts pure black
On all he sees,
Extinguishing the light
That once was warmth.
He became as cold
As the polar bears,
But didn't have the strength to
Learn how to love.