Once more
November's gray skies
Hover over my soul
Draining me.
A time
Where death comes forth
Like the fiery Santa Ana winds
Claiming it's due.
Find myself
Struggling to keep afloat
As the holocaust threatens
To consume me
In it's embrace.
Knowing
Time isn't
On my side.
As the growing darkness
Looms larger
Upon the horizon
Before me.
Awaiting
For the coming downpour
That leaves my soul
A frozen shell
In the desolate landscape.
As I have one foot
In this world
With the other
Straddling the line
Between life and death.
Knowing
That November is
The month of death.
Therisa © 2017
Author's note: November 10-20th, is one of my darkest period on the calendar, in which, many somber remembrances and anniversaries are observed. On top of my SAD that usually last from November to mid--March, before I can leave the grip of severe depression. Although, over this past year I have been dealing with a chronic depression, except for brief periods, hasn't left me. Struggling to write, as my depression has chased my muse away.
