Autumn State

The silence grows venomous
As we struggle through each day
Foul season of affliction
Upon us vehemently.

This sullen autumn backdrop
Providing proper context
A befitting canvas
For our ever rotting minds.

Confined to fighting inner demons
Never seize the day
Cornered and entrapped
Faring through ephemeral joys.

Procrastinate and linger
Decrepify our lives
Bound by towering woes
A half existence raging on.

Autumn state
No sight of hope beneath the grey dusk
Living life away with no sense of purpose
Autumn state
No sight of hope beneath the grey dusk
Searching for an unseen truth.

Forever seeking what we cannot find
Rays of vivid light or chilling breeze
Cursed to never seize the moment
Immersed in thoughts of better days.

Watch the hourglass grow empty
While drifting in confusion
Lost in plans of a distant tomorrow
Or grief over shattered yesterdays.