A Lot On My Mind

I wrote this poem when walking home from studying for finals when I got news that someone from home had passed away. I didn't really know him well but I wrote it in the perspective of everyone who did.

Seasonal Saddness

It's that time of year when
My lips never feel unchapped
When my lungs feel like their going 
To collapse if I try to run away 
from this feeling of being trapped
So Ill fly south, migrating with a pack
Of black crows is my only desire
Even tho I don't mind the smell
Of expecting snow and bonfires.
I try to hold back my tears
Because I fear they'll freeze on my face.
Because its not that I want to be somewhere else, 
I just wish you were here to 
hold my place.
So I'll to trace a map for you to
Come home
To me.
But I know that won't really set
Your spirit free and plus
the sky is a little too high
For my reach.

Photo I took from the plane I took to Florida on Christmas Day