[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #14. The date is approximate.]
You are the winter of my life.
Cold and grey you make me seek warmth.
No hope of compassion or caring.
Silently you tear my heart out.
The hope of spring rain gone.
Summer heat a long lost fantasy…
Fall, a teaser to the pain you sing.
My physical reaction to your material being
It’s a parallel to the hell you bring.
Please.. Let me flee…