The Coming Season

A bit of darkness.

Darkness settles in

Where light

Once shone brilliantly

Upon the soul.

 

Tainting hope

Until nothing remains

But the bleakest of views

Towards life.

 

Sunlight

A distant memory

Of another time

And place.

 

Where everything appears

In a different tone of light

From everyday life

Of today.

 

As if

The eyes have become blind

And the other senses

A vague shadow

Of themselves.

 

Like a person

Who's stumbling around

Trying to regain

What was lost

And failing.

 

Scared

Any dreams

Will turn to dust

On waking.

 

Destroying

What little remains

Of life's glory.