January The year begins, a bitter sting, Of frost on pane, and winter's sting. The sun a distant, fading gleam, A soul-deep cold, a chilling dream. February Grey skies weep, a constant rain, Washing away all hope and gain. Love's a myth, a fleeting fire, Leaving ashes, cold desire. March The wind howls fierce, a mournful sound, Baring the earth, all life unbound. Winter's grip, it won't release, A weary soul finds no release. April Spring arrives, a cruel deceit, Promises bloom, a bitter defeat. Flowers may bloom, but joy is dead, A hollow echo, dreams long fled. May The air is sweet, but life's a blight, A constant ache, both day and night. The world moves on, oblivious, While I remain, in endless abyss. June The longest days, the longest nights, Filled with despair, and endless fights. With shadows deep, and memories grim, I drown in sorrow, limb by limb. July The sun beats down, a fiery kiss, Scorching the earth, a burning bliss. But joy's a mirage, a fleeting haze, Leaving behind, a soul ablaze. August The heat descends, a heavy shroud, Suffocating dreams, within the crowd. A weary heart, a withered vine, Yearning for solace, a sign. September The leaves begin to softly fall, A gentle warning, a mournful call. Of time's swift passage, and life's decay, Another year fades, slips away. October The air grows crisp, a chilling bite, A harbinger of coming night. Of spirits restless, and ghosts that roam, Reflecting echoes of a life unknown. November The wind howls strong, a mournful plea, For solace lost, and what might be. The days grow short, the shadows long, A haunting melody, a mournful song. December The year draws near, a final sigh, Another year, beneath the sky. No joy remains, no festive cheer, Just emptiness, and endless fear.