Seasons of Dead Water

I'd unconsciously oathed my life
To a mud of misery at the altar
For I don't recall sacrificing pride
For the sake of standing a little taller

Summer rains bring sunshine warmth
But such signs just poorly augur
For ending rains mean wind-blown leaves
And a happiness forced to wander

I tread along once beaten paths
Now disarrayed with brown color
With solitude my only friend
Of loneliness, I grow fonder

Stagnant sorrow walled in wells
Obscures my thoughts forever after
My summers are now little else
But putrid seasons of dead water