Its that time of the year again
When I’m cold, brittle and dry
Dreaming of spring, quietly I sigh
When my beautiful leaves have abandoned me
I rant, cheated by my own destiny
When i struggle alone against the blow of nature
Protecting in vain, my pseudo stature
Once felt like tallest, I now feel grounded
By shallow pity I’ve been surrounded
It’s that time of the year again
When pain is blindingly profound
Though life has hit the bottom, only to rebound
No comments:
Post a Comment