A shift of winds
A change of seasons

A chill in the air
As darkness turns to white

Like fading to static

The joy in my heart
The smile on my face

Before it all ends
And fades to black once again

As I watch the weather change

The story is beautiful
Words organized expertly
Feelings poured out onto the page

But the feelings are staining the paper
And some words can no longer be seen
Beauty can be quite dangerous at times

It blinds us to the growing pool
Emotions leaking out
Only to be sopped up with a damp rag

And tossed in the
     Trash
          Never to be seen
               Again

Wither away
Like a rose past its prime
Like leaves in the fall

Wither away
Like a dying soul

Wither away
Until the light fades
Until your sight blurs

Wither
Until you can't feel the pain anymore