Tortured: Poet and Seasons
i feel tortured in winter, the fog reminds me of good times,
when my gray world turned to pink
i feel tortured in autumn, a season spent missing someone, a total love blackout
i feel tortured in summer, a summer meant to be full of love turned to gray
i feel tortured to see rain, it reminds me of weeping nights and when i was in pain
a tortured poet and his tortured seasons
a tortured poet forced to be tortured by torturous peoples because of their torturous sin
a question why did i associated my memories
and made my seasons tortured ?
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