A Storm of Words

ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕊𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕤

The leaves flutter down
and leave the trees bare
They're left to shiver
and cower
As the cold, harsh wind bristles past
without a care

The tips of my ears are cold
My nose is pink
I can't feel my fingers
But I like it this way
Autumn has come
Winter is approaching
The seasons are changing
Yet I am still the same

I feel numb as I watch the trees struggle to remain upright
I can empathise with their pitiful struggles
I am weak as the wind shoves me aside
And tosses me around
Like a I am nothing but a leaf

But to an extent,
I am but a leaf
Just one of many trying to survive
I have grown in so many ways
Yet life has thrown so many obstacles
Endless problems and hurdles
In my way
And I cannot keep up
So I slowly but surely
Crumble away
Till I am nothing more
Than an empty shell

Autumn has come
Winter is approaching
The seasons are changing
Yet I am still the same
I'm still cold
I'm still numb
And I am forever lost