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.