As my skin starts to pale and the lights start to dim I can feel the darkness grow inside.
It trickles through my veins, slow and ready to consume every inch of light it can find.
There's a chill up my spine the hair on my arms stand, while life itself starts to die.
Where leaves once sat are now empty limbs, and the air will begin to bite.
Life is unpredictable but one thing never strays, the changing of seasons forever stays.
- theflowerswillwilt
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Winter woes.
PoetryAs winter approaches I start to feel down. SAD is no fun but expressing it through poetry can sometimes be helpful.
