Short Depressing Poems

Come Fall

In the beginning of Summer I was a mess of wild colors and beautiful dreams,
My heart was as light as the wind on an airy breeze.

Then in came the dreaded months leading up to the start of fall and winter,
And all the magic seemed to have burnt up becoming nothing but ashes and cinder.

At first it was tight clenches and aches of my fast beating heart,
Every time I saw pure happiness I tasted bitterness with a hint of tart.

With the beginning of fall and winter a weight was placed on my weary soul,
My heart was a heavy rain lacking in color as all was dull.