A Seasonal Depression
The grey hands of November
strip the colors of autumn
to its winter skeleton,
And melancholy thoughts
rage rampantly across my mind.
The blankets of winter
offer nothing for comfort.
Yet the buds of sanity,
strive to survive this harsh climate
of mental disparity.
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Author:
RL Randall (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments2
May those buds flourish into glory within you RLR.
Andy
My hope is the ones that feel their buds are dying, get the help they need so that their buds can survive and flourish.
there is a duality, to autumnal weather
that evokes
melancholic and sometimes
even depressing - frames of mind
its, in its fields of fire blazing leaves
while jackets and scarfs
wage battles with gale-force winds;
its, in moody romantic nights
wrapped-up warm, at home
and wishing
for wonderfully elegant, nights out
beneath a gentle drizzle
serenading our windows and umbrellas..
and so between
all this opposing, yet in-sync
notes
to autumn's warming melody
we find ourselves, tipping
and dipping from reverie's
pools, a little too often
which can bring-on
our spates of melancholic or depressive
mindsets..
'Yet the buds of sanity,
strive to survive this harsh climate
of mental disparity.'
(just a great write, dear poet
so well written, thanks for sharing)
stay strong!
Thank you for the compliment. The poem was written to get people to think about mental health.
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