Seasonal Sadness

The sun sinks down

The world's pitch black

Stuck in this town

Just looking back 

On summer fun

And hopeful air 

But now the sun's 

No longer there

Instead there's snow 

And dying trees

There goes my hope 

Lost in the breeze 

And like the sun

My mood descends

Winter's begun

When will it end?

The sun can hide

For months on end 

So, why can't I?

I'm exhausted

Despite all that

I chase the wind

Praying I'll grasp

Some hope again

Eventually

The sun will rise

And then, just maybe,

So will I.