The colors in the world slowly faded.

Like an old picture that slowly loses its color,

As the corners curl.

The world becomes dim and seemingly hollow.

At times it seems like the world is at a standstill;

As you stand there, waiting,

For what, you don’t really know.

The leaves no longer seem to be dancing

As they glide to the ground.

They are now fading as they fall.

Fading from this world, from existence

With all of the color – all of the life drained from them.

I sometimes sit and watch them fall, slowly to the ground

It seems like they’ll never reach their destination.

Slowly, like the snow,

That’s cold takes hold of you,

Seeping into your soul,

Freezing your very being.

They say that snow absorbs sound,

I believe depression does as well.

Smiling children’s laughter is as hollow as my body,

Their silence piercing my heart,

As I sit and wish that I too had the energy to play.

The seasons may change for the word,

But for me it is the dead of winter,

At the dead of night.

I am surrounded by only gray-wash colors,

In the silence of midnight,

As snow feels the emptiness I feel inside,

Leaving my body heavy and cold.