Clinging
A spirit,
haunts me.
Clinging,
to me.
Who are you?
God says,
he is my friend.
No longer alone,
without a choice.
A change that,
would not last long.
Jumping on the,
grass.
Flowing upwards.
Water so fresh,
something I must,
learn alone.
Sadness as a starter,
I wish I had never known you.
But here you are,
in the sign of a,
symbol.
Like ash,
burned.
Hey, stay,
because it's starting to get cold.
I'm starting to become,
someone I no longer know.
