How heavily this burden weighs,
A conscience so riddled with guilt.
Nesting inside of you, it stays
To topple confidence you built.

Spreading through your festering heart,
Wreaking havoc within your mind,
Who knows where it stops or it starts?
Its source is what you won't soon find

If you still search in the same place
Where you always investigate.
You won't even catch any trace
Of this foulness you still create!

Run in circles, drive yourself mad,
It's a fate of your own doing.
Would it be changed if you still had
The chance to undo your choosings?

Autumn morning greets us here
In a town buzzing festively.
Through our windows, we can peer
At the sight of discolored leaves.

The wind whips past busy folk,
Bustled within the shopping square;
Coming home to fires they'll stoke.
Hopefully, today proved quite fair.

Small journeys in countryside
Can sooth your soul and calm your pain.
Peaceful are leisurely rides
As rooftops feel sprinkling rain.

Revel in the serene scene,
Winter will soon quickly arrive.
Breathe the crisp, cool air so clean.
It's a pleasure to be alive.

The inner machinations
Of one's imagination
Is quite a curiosity, indeed.

Even a speculation
About its operation
Proves its functionality, you see.

We have this fascination
With all its innovation
And how it's a peculiarity.

I felt the inspiration
For this poem's creation
Because of a spontaneity!

Still, its origination
Receives investigation
Which may continue infinitely

Without a hesitation
To find an explanation
Of what's actually imaginary.

Lashing winds strike the unprepared
In weather so unkind.
Frigid cold puts us in despair
As we frantically find

Our refuge from harsh conditions
Which we face every year.
Freezing chills raise our suspicions
Of hardships coming near.

May you bask in the warmth of home
And many hearty meals.
Hopefully, you'll not be alone
When chilly's how you feel.

An icy sun with frosty glows
Won't last forever, friend.
On the upcoming bloom of Spring,
You can surely depend.

Gentle is her hold,
Her fingers slightly pale and cold
As she rests them in a fold
When she peers outside.

Her mind, so vast and free;
Always searching inwardly,
She seems to wander endlessly
Through its vivid sights.

Flaxen hair and soft, blue eyes
Highlight a face too good to cry,
But still, I see you stiffly try
To cease how they shed.

A soul as pure as snow
Drifting to the ground below
From a sky that somehow knows
You're resting your head.