Headphones in I trudge the Autumn morning
Cold nipping at my hands and nose
The pain though in my being eating me since the dawning
Leaves gold, brown and red swirling round as the wind blows.
Turn the music up to drown my fears out
Stop my thoughts they are running wild
My head is bursting I want to shout
Why is this time of year such a trial.
The wind is rushing through the trees
I watch my hopes and dreams escape
Lost alone in the cold cold day I see my future as it flees.
Turn the music up, drown out the hate.
TEAM Mark
willowdot21 
