Forget Those Who Forget You - poems

Poison

10-25-16

There's no poison quite like this season
Creeps up slowly
Its one leaf that falls
Then its two
Then the sky turns grey from its vibrant shade of blue
The temperature begins to drop
Its sweatshirts and jeans on
Its summertime tans fading
Its dry skin
Its piles of dead leaves collecting on the side of the road, sidewalks, in the gutters, constantly in the wind
And grey car exhaust so awfully apparent
Never leaving the house
Getting cut early from work
Coming home to a family you absolutely hate
Moods go down
Wasted time goes up
Darkness until 7:30am
Then darkness at 6pm again
Its routine
Never getting better
The pumpkin flavored, scented, colored, shaped, whatever, hit store shelves
The misery and longing hit
Slowly it becomes you
You don't want it to be like this
But its been reality for as long as you've ever known
And gawd, you're alone