Each leaf that drops is a ticking clock.
The trees shed their summer dresses,
They're naked.
The exposed branches send a warning.
It's coming.
The nights stretch.
Along with night comes dark,
Long, dreaded, dark,
The icy dark wraps round my neck like a scarf
Before tightening like a noose.
I sit and shiver,
My blue lips quiver,
The cold comes and whispers in my ear,
Winters going to be long this year.
'It's in our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light' Aristotle
AN: so I get SAD and I've never rlly thought to write about it before because tbh I just think of it as depression took me a long time to notice the pattern but autumn is practically over so I think I'm going to play around with this a bit more as a concept because I'm not sure I've rly said what I'd like to in this but then again I might not xoxo
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Drowning in oblivion
PoetryPoems on mental health. I'm going to use this book to write my poems and mostly I write about mental health problems. I'll write a description explaining what their on at the bottom so you don't have to try and work it out if you don't want to. I'm...
