Seasons

A depiction of depression.



Seasons

For so long gone

Is winter

But still the cold wind

Brushes against my cheek

And brings about a coldness

That I have never felt.

Even though the Summer sun

Shines so bright and clearly,

Warming the night away,

I still can only feel

The aching chill

Of nights and ice.

And even though Spring

Has brought forth a renewal of

Life, beauty, and hope,

The dwindling tempest

Still storms its way inside of me

And wipes away all that is good.

At last it is Fall.

And like the dying leaves

Floating to the ground

I am still frozen inside, numb

With pain

From being cold for so goddamn long.