A subtle scent winds through the soft breeze, Carrying slight sweetness and the crispness of fresh autumn apples Gingerly, I pluck one from an outstretched branch, Feeling its cold, smooth skin in my little hands
Thoughts swirling downward in a spiral of doubt Below the fractured surface, darkness quietly rumbles It waits for the opportune moment to strike, Its serpentine tendrils squeezing around my tender flesh Held in a crushing vice grip, despair infects my mind Every trace of hope slowly trickles out, Scarlet rivulets fading into nothingness
I'm so ready for (continuous) warm, sunny weather, and I know my kitties are, too. I can tell they're already missing that dearly. The kitties haven't been perching by the windows or resting on the floor by the door, because sadly, there's barely been any sunlight shining down. So, I'm absolutely certain my cats will be overjoyed when spring finally returns and is here to stay!
I feel as if I'm caught in a blizzard, Vision obscured by translucent tears, Body shivering for warmth, Sinking into the deep snow, One step at a time
Disappointment has become my most beloved friend, Offering nothing but bittersweet pain And inevitable ruin