Changing Seasons Poem by Thomas Howe

All I see is grey skies
Flashing across my eyes
The emptiness inside
Is like the ocean’s tide
It never seems to end
But with a little bend
Spring might come again

The happiness I once knew
Might be just like new
And these blue skies
Will clear my eyes
But it won’t last
Because of my past
The cycle never ends

I wished it would get stuck
But that isn’t my luck
Because it is black
On the horizon to my back
Closing in on me
If only I could see
But I’m still blind

I really don’t care
But they still stare
The darkness is creeping
I can feel it when I’m sleeping
I can’t hold on much longer
Only if I was stronger
The seasons are changing.