April is the Cruelest Month
April’s chill bites deep,Wounds the budding rose.Tears through warmth’s veil,Leaves hope’s corpse cold.Bare branches shiver,Mocked by spring’s sun.Dreams freeze underfoot,Crushed before begun.Yet, amidst despair,Life’s pulse faintly thrums.Beneath cruelty’s frost,A resilient heart hums. Meaning “April is the Cruelest Month” dives into the paradox of spring, a time traditionally associated with renewal and growth, yet often marked…