Seasonal Death Poem by Michael Matsuda

So long sweet summer
I once felt you
Now you gracefully fall away.
I live in a winter which may never melt...
My spring will never come,
It's not blooming but contains flowered wilts.
Out of touch and time, leads to what fells like a seasonal death
It's what, at the very least, I can cling too
Until the gasping exhale of my last breath.

It's another wasted night,
Trying to turn a new life with these brittled leaves
To look at the resilient moon's light.
I cower and decompose
Hopefully to help the surrounding life with the martyring of my own
It's intrinsic. Over-thoughtful however morose.
I start to seem so ever extraterrestrial
Even though, I'm closer than your own heart beat
One day, I will be in the heavens; so celestial.

I climb to reach this life's pinnacle
But along the way, I stopped trying
It's just like me; so typical.