Out Of Reach Poem by Trevor Schulte

When you hide the
Earth stops.
The light grows dim,
as the air winds down.
Colors fade, even off a clown
Shame becomes such a consistant thing.
The birds are silent they no longer sing.
When you hide,
the flowers fall aside,
there's no longer a tide,
It's as if the whole world has died.
When you hid,
I felt alone,
as if I had no home
and I wonder as I write this poem.
Where you have gone,
and how much farther I have to run?