Autumn State - Soliloquium

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