Not sure where to post this.. so i'm going to post it here.. hope some of you can relate. When winter seeps into a mind, Its cold anesthetising touch Freezes all hope that lies inside, No love, no joy, shall matter much. Its bleakness like a blanket lays Across a consciousness, unheeded Barren land it leaves behind, No gentle thoughts of happiness are seeded. Force of will cannot lift the weight Its heavy burden must be borne, To live each day in this sorry state Is a torment all its own. Hope is crushed in the claws of a demon who Nameless and void in the darkness grows, Sucking the life from the one whom is afflicted Til nothing is left, All is morose. Saints and sinners both alike Suffer in its crippling, stifling hold, Yet inner strength, a flame that’s flickering Battles on against the cold.