Seasonal Depression
I walk along the streets
with the continuous beep of cars surrounding me.
I talk to all my friends but the problem is,
this feeling won't leave me be.
I hate this season...
For some reason I do.
I don't know why,
but it's not because of you.
It's the smell of the wet leaves in my green yard,
the empty feeling of love.
The color of the leaves is as shiny as gold.
Sometimes I like it... kind of.
Blue skies, green grass,
orange leaves, yellow sun.
People walking outside —
yet I will never have fun.
The dancing of the trees
makes me sad.
I don't know why
I feel so bad.
Crunching leaves,
falling hearts.
Even the wonderful drawings
of the autumn arts.
It makes me feel gloomy.
It makes me feel hurt.
Even the delicious treats won't cure me;
Even the wonderful dessert.
I pray for a treatment
and I pray for a cure.
For no longer
could I bear this pain I endure.
The continuous tragedies
and overall tears –
I highly doubt anything
could replace my fears.
Whispers around;
the fall of the leaves.
Nothing can beat the
sadness my heart heaves.
YOU ARE READING
Our Last Choices.
PoetryA series of poems compiled by @Symp4Nat All of these were written by me but have been given inspiration to do so by many people. <3 Most of these are also about broken love stories and they're all lesbian. Please don't be a silent reader. If you...
