Bilal Hb Poet Free verse

Seasons and Feelings

Autumn soothes and kills off the Spring blooms
Winter hiding in its triple dark womb
My surroundings are an unusual tomb


And my insides change like the seasons
My cold soul seeps out of my skin into the outside world
My heated anger makes those around me sweat
I can't say I've done anything I'll ever regret
I would never charge the stars with treason
 

When you're silent your words mean so much more
People don't quite expect what you have in store
As some of those words die off and aren't reciprocated
While the evident few simply appreciate it
I'm not entirely sure why I write
How I fight, curse in spite, and yet feel alright
Maybe there is benefit in setting things aright
But these things seem to revert back to their original stage
Just as the seasons alternate once they're out of a phase
 

What does it mean to be happy or snappy?
As if our life can be categorized in a simple X-Y graph
There's so much more than that, so much more complex
And just as the seasons aren't simply a change in temperature
Our life can't be categorized in a simple change of temperament
I'm fine with the way things are

 
But like the caveman I still gaze at the stars
Each of us deeply believing that it does not get much better than this
But in reality this is further than the highest bliss
Whether that change is there, available to us
Or simply a silly hopeful illusion
May not even be worth the fuss
Not worth this confusion

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