Winter

Winter comes and casts a cheerless mood,
Hopes are dead, so is everything in the wood.
Winter’s breath comes like a death sentence,
Chilling winds lead to bleak and mourning acceptance

As weeks go by, depression sets in,
Frozen countryside, slow death now begin,
Broken dreams appear, within the waters
Empty thoughts, breed emotional slaughter

Reminiscing about lost loves on ice,
Dreaming of summer days, so warm and nice,
Cold times are ahead, and my heart is chilled,
Sitting in the middle, enthralled but not thrilled.

My world is odd but everything has meaning,
Even frozen winters, have their purpose in my feelings,
They fuel depression, and rip away attachments,
If seclusion is a narcotic, I’m terribly addicted.