A Delay of Daffodil Season

Winter is followed by spiring,
Just like darkness is followed by light.
Is this my winter season?
Is that why misery becomes my friend?
Is that why my tears are flowing?
Is the spring coming?
Will I see the Daffodil season?
Will I be alive by then?
Would I survive the stormy hurricane?
Is the spring coming to my rescue?
Or am I just a lost cause amidst the chaos?

Here’s my only request then,
I would be happy if I could see a single Daffodil.
That’s my one and only request,
My last word, perhaps!