SEASONS

When days are short and the nights long
When thoughts become frozen desires
Sleep is hindered by a socialites song
To have a warm being to warm his or hers.

When memories are thought and not made
When love becomes a one syllable word
The value and quality of life fade
One questions the existence of the lord.

When life stops being life, but pure survival
When one just feels utterly all alone
Why not end it, and curse all approval
Why not end it, and perish to the bone.

But where there is a will, there is a way,
And God will provide a better day.