Seasonal Afflictions
With frayed edges
And dented spines
You whispered words
Between the lines.
Autumn winds and bristling leaves
None could ever hear you weep.
Why, oh why, you cursed yourself
To vicious cycles with no sleep.
Once winter set in well and wrought
Fissures wrung in your soul too deep
But then came spring, waltzing in
Letting all those colors into you seep
With open eyes
And mended bones
You let the words
Nudge away the stones.
The writer is a student of Computer Science and Engineering at AIUB.
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