November Anymore

November Anymore

I used to have a love for the beauteous fall,
But it's bleaker now, and I'm not sure I like it much at all.
With false hope and broken dreams
November's colder than it seems.
For with every cold November breath,
I catch the scent of nearer death;
And I'm stuck with more problems than I've ever faced before.
With my back against the wall, I don't like November anymore.
The remaining foliage on the trees
No longer serves to bring me glee.
Instead it just reminds me of,
The fragility of life and love.
For though both appear so vast;
Like the leaves, they're gone so fast.
And I do believe Fate has something in store
For me and my friends, and I don't like November anymore.
If I may venture to be so bold,
I'd ask November as to why its cold;
What is it I've done or didn't say
To send your autumnal wrath my way?
And what of my companions too?
What have they ever done to you?
This autumn at misfortune's door
Leaving me to say that I don't like November anymore.
What is it that you want to do,
November, with your twisted views?
Perhaps you'll bring me to my knees,
I'll wither like the autumn leaves,
And flutter down to nature's bed;
Brittle, broken, dry, and dead.
Then my soul will haunt the forest floors
In November, evermore.

End.