This a poem I wrote about myself. I have been having a really hard time lately, and this seems the only way I know to let it out.

By: viper90988.

Sadness shows in your eyes.

A Morning Made of Despondency.

I never wanted it to be like this.

The loss of love can be painful.

Here winter is described as more of a hesitation and pause between other, perhaps more respectable seasons.

Dreams can really disturb your waking reality.

A poem of illusion. A one’s hallucination of things around him.

Poem.