My mind is always overcast with a slightly chance of rain.
The winter of my thoughts have cast a permafrost of pain.

Winter
Spring
Summer
Fall

The seasons of my mind

Overcast
Cloudy
Rainy
Cold

Is all I ever find

Rewind the time to everything
my mind considers grey.
They Intertwine in rain or shine
Despite my cloudy day.

Freezing
Dreary
Humid
Hot

Are my thoughts compared to weather
The highs and lows
that no one knows
Have all but come together.

Stormy
Tempest
Hurricane
Quake

I dissipate within the earth.
Disintegrate the tempest storm
with a tsunami of self-worth.

But it doesn’t exist, so her I sit.
Awaiting the eye of the storm.
Colorful bleak, yet calming peace
Just before the war.

Awaiting for it to rise again
so I fight to have a reason.
A purpose to live, a purpose to love.
I create another season.

A season laced with summer
And a delicate balance of fall.
A season laced with color
In an effort to be them all.

The seasons of my mind,
will find, the time
To alter every season.
Memories Like a beacon
Illuminating reasons
Justifying all the colorful things
my mind considers treason.

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