A.M Fogged

[Fogged]

A.M

As I step out of the comfort of my home I feel the warmth I once carried snatched By the cold bitter air, Looking around and the world seems bare, The trees are naked and the once vibrant plants around me lose their color. People look funny with their Way too big rain jackets and huge boots making them waddle Everyone just trying to stay warm, Missing the warmth the sun once gave It feels as if a part of me has been Stolen and replaced, But it’s not the same Replacement It’s this cold bitter and wet weather But it’s comforting Because i’ve seen it Multiple times it’s not anything new The orange, yellow and brown tinges That cover the ground I’ve seen it all too much times So why do I feel this way? Well it doesn’t matter Because the thought of holidays fog my brain and makes me Forget these feelings of lost and emptiness I once carried But my thoughts are interrupted by small drops of rain The wet substance prickles on my skin Reminding me how cold I am standing in this Fall weather, So as I step back into my home feeling the cold feeling I once carried Being snached by the Warmth of my home...