antecedents of changing seasons
frantic thoughts of them
in my old worn out tissues
i don't even blame my issues
mind is never quiet even in
the silence of the berth
surrounding me
that pulls me deep
and i think of the seasons
as the salt seeps through
the pores of my skin
telling me i am unworthy of love
and all i think of is the seasons
blind to the cornucopia of reasons.
it is the winter
when the air bears the coldness
the ground is frozen
and they glitter
with the gift of each incipient ray
yet why can i only see
and ballet with dark icy serenades
then the spring walks unbridled
with the chill it carries and
the flower jewels of warm matter
it wears
yet why do i feel my warmth
it steals
and in summer
the sun send new green leaves
bursting from darkened buds
yet the hot sidewalk has me
dancing along a little faster
blistering my soles and palms
then autumn brown comes
as the comforting quilt to earth
and leaves tumble as confetti
to the ground
yet the clarity
of tree bark's fingerprinted story
reveal to me my naked wounds
but it is the aftermath of
recurring monsoon
that i feel i'm stuck in.
unworthy of love
and all i think of
is the changing seasons
mind not silenced even in silences
blind to reasons, all i think of is
antecedents of changing seasons.
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Aruni
Poetryher name is Aruni. and like the sun, she will rise after the dark and let every sunrise find her different. ・✫・゜・。. poetry tellings of a fictional character that span across the random times of her life. [Readers' discretio...
