Change Poem by Amy Nye

I made a mistake. I trusted. You lied. I forgave, but didn't forget. I never did. The leaves fly away to unknown lands. Brown and grey and dead. Everything. It's all gone and so are you. But I don't care. And neither do you. I know that all too well by now. You drew me in further and farther until i couldn't touch the bottom anymore. I trusted. You betrayed. I don't care. That was a lie. The wind turns cold and surrounds me in a nimbus of icy despair. I'm falling so fast. I was blindsided by something I knew was coming. It's all falling. From green to red to black. And back to green. But each time the cycle repeats, it's harder to stay strong. Sometimes I almost fail. I almost don't make it. I almost give in. What if I can't escape the black? What if I can't last till Morning? But after Summer comes my fall followed by the cold, but after days of mournful waiting, Spring will eventually emerge.