Autumn

Poem about depression and its correlation to the struggle of life.

Autumn
By Diana Brown

It is autumn and my sun has gone
Its gentle rays no longer touch the sky
All the world is-

Grey.
I watch the soft dance of leaves
Brown, naked, and empty;
they tumble in tremulous circles.
Tracing a path across the wind

I carve that path
My blood dances in hazy confusion
And all around me is spinning.

All is Grey.

I feel the wind eat the moment
And the breath of whispers
Have flown away
Spinning
Drowning in-

Grey

Their screams echo in my silence

The soil cracks, brown and dry
No nutrients are found there
The flowers have stopped
Their growth- stunted and deformed
Weeds will not even lay roots

Summer has come and went
Snatching away my sun
I am gone in Grey