A Summers Afternoon.
It Ended Too Soon.
1 min readJul 30, 2021
A solitary poppy
blooms.
Alone in the ground
with nothing around.
A heart shaped cloud
adorns the sky,
as birds pass it by.
A winding path
scattered with
forget me nots
and bench stops.
Hi, I’m 29 & from England. I mostly write poetry about mental health but do venture into other areas. I myself am diagnosed with Bipolar, BPD & Anxiety.