Seasonal Heartbreaks

Seasonal heartbreaks Rule my what-if’s My senses sacked with a soothing solitude A pain so intoxicating I fly high with gratitude You will come around with a scarred arc I will try everything to leave a blissful mark I think my rage is enticing It commands my being Until I bury the thoughts I once feared Soon in the era of enlightenment we would find the unfortunate Begging to be heard amidst the lost fates