The idea for this poem came to me after listening to "The Tortured Poets Department: The Anthology" album by Taylor Swift. It was a wild journey to be honest, a lot of chaos, storm, trauma dump found in one place, one album and i totally loved it. I have never related with anything more than this album because i know this level of insanity and depression. When i'm saying i was inspired by this album, i only meant the small part of the title. I'm not claiming myself as some sort of a "tortured poet" neither is Taylor in the album. But the reason why i decided to call the poem as "Tortured: Poet and Seasons" is very simple. The poem talks about how someone's memories can even make you hate seasons. This was the idea. And considering i'm a poet, i feel like dying at the thought of this 'amazing' person. Every season is a reminder. There is a essence of this muse in nature itself.
i feel tortured in winter,the fog reminds me of good timeswhen my gray world turned to blue
i feel tortured in autumn,a season spent missing someonea total love blackout
i feel tortured in summer,a summer meant to be full of loveturned to gray
i feel tortured to see rain,it reminds me of weeping nightsand when i was in pain
a tortured poet and his tortured seasonsa tortured poet forced to be tortured by torturous peoplebecause of their torturous sin.
a question- "why did i associated my memoriesand made my seasons tortured?"