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.
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.
