Suicidal Seasons

A wind swept chill arrived,

Falling leaves in decay.

The rhythm of its movement,

Falling once on my head.

A white blanket of flurries,

Against a full moon light.

Playful flakes of uniqueness,

Covered much of my brow.

A fresh drop of dew glistened,

Under a youngling petal.

The splash of fresh life,

Dripping some in my eyes.

A sun drenched hazy sky,

Raising up rows of  light.

Streaks of sparkling crystalline,

Surrounded my being.

For I was like the seasons,

Seeking yearly a rebirth.

But soon without expectation,

Of a life of glee.

The cause of myopic endeavors,

A distorted family tree,

To live a life in chaos,

If any to blame I would blame...

Now a tormented spirit, 

Without plan for escape.

Dedicated to continue,

For anyone for me.

Once struggling to endure,

Outside my mother’s womb.

Wanting without haste to derail,

A pre-determined path.

Alive by one's grace,

Surviving the dread of darkness.

Infatuated with the thought,

Of a new light of day.

For I was born of innocence,

I sought to change my way.

But now I lay in morbid waste,

Watching the seasons change.

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

Born of innocence is so true and yet sometimes we are born into situations that are less then.. I could feel this to my core. It reminds me of my friend seeking out her birth family and finding only pain and regret.. You are an amazing writer and look forward to reading more..x

[Esana Bridges]

The concept of the title is really unique and I love it. I've never seen anything like this before. I love your use of description and detail, especially in the first few stanzas, where you describe the seasons in relation to a human. It's really lovely, and even though its a bit tragically formed, I enjoyed it.