Fifth Season Poem by DEEP DARK SOUL POET

The murky blues and fumes,
When fresh air comes to blow these issues away
But the breath of fresh air crawls past me.
I surrender to its awful implications.

I wish I could appear stronger.
I wish I could leave as a man.
But I cannot say a word.
Can not utter a single sound.

I'm too much in love with misery.
So to misery I travel again.
Wish it wasn't so.
Wish it wasn't me.

Wish I could live but as it is,
I cut my hair.
I cut my nails.
I cut my heart.

Nothing bleeds.
Nothing hurts.
Nothing feels.
Everything in me is like a breath
of stale coffee.
A touch of moulding cigarettes.

Summer comes and goes.
Winter brings defeat.
Spring is fresh flowers.
Autumn is their death.
Like me.

I cry.
I sleep.
I die inside.