A Depressing Poem

The leaves,
The leaves, they blow, weakly floating through the breeze, to the ground,
As I float from day to day, waiting for it to be over,
The ground,
The ground, so hard, so unfeeling, so uncaring,
As is my surroundings, so cruel to me,
The trees,
The trees, a fruitless struggle against Nature, a hopeless battle,
As is my world, my speck of hope so often beaten down,
The sun,
The sun, so hard, so harsh, so painful,
As is my life, with no one to trust, to help,
The moon,
The moon, so calm, so gentle, so serene,
As are my dreams, my reprieve, my salvation
The window,
The window, so battered, so broken, so shattered,
As is my soul.