I have noticed a change of late.
Of frustration that has now appeared;
An element of fear, mixed with hate,
For this unforgiving disease.
As I see this change, I can't relate
To what is going on inside her head,
That makes her say, "I wish I were dead."
All I can do, all I can say,
Please my love, don't go away.

The end of Summer.
A brand new Fall.
Another season,
As I recall,
The leaves soon
Will be aglow,
When Nature starts
It's beautiful show.
Reds, orange, yellow, brown
A great display
For all to view.
I love this annual
Cycle that ensues.
The wind will freshen.
Leaves will fall
As Winter approaches;
We know it will,
When the temperature drops
And we get a chill.

It's not her fault
It's the disease
I say to myself
every day.
It's not her fault
for what she will say
or if anger presents
itself today.
No filters is what I see.
Please God, please
help me. Help her be
the person she was
just once more.

The river, clear yesterday
is muddy with roiling waves
from a torrential downpour
in the foothills of the rivers source.