Seasons of Darkness
We live in a dark time.For what we see is,
Darkness and despair.
What we feel is,
Pain and suffering.
In the Summer
We feel not freedom
But denial.
In the Spring
We don't see the color
Only how bleak we are.
In the Fall
We force ourselves to
Live on longer
But its all in vain.
In the Winter
The cold realisation
That your nothing
Chills your very soul.
These are Seasons of
Darkness
Not of Joy
Not of Peace
Not of Happiness
Not of Love
They all stand for Death.
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