Fall.

You were always a competitor, balanced in bravery and skill. I knew you were a predator, always out to get your kill. Like a man without morals or will, you were constantly searching for your next cheap thrill. Sadly, I am the pusher that provided you with your pills. The ones that got you high beyond belief, they ensured our love affair was nothing if not brief. Like a thief in the night, you robbed me of my sight. Stripped me of my reason, committed grand treason. You treacherously stole my leaves, that were my shelter from the cold. Were it any other season, I could have been more bold. The winter has since set in and my bones have turned so brittle. Occasionally, you still come around to make me feel so little. What more is there to take, now that you've left me here to die? My bark has begun to break, it has weakened as water has run dry. I wrap my arms around me, seeking solace from the wind. I cannot help but feel so helpless, like one accustomed to a life of sin. Much to my chagrin, I cannot stop my suffering. The seasons change again, from fall to winter's discontent. I have ceased to exist, pushed to my extent. I rid myself of this world's sorrows, as I begin my final ascent.