The Winter is Morbid

March 10, 2008
By Jordan Sleva, Clarkston, MI

The winter is morbid
I break down and cry
White sadness in the air
White tears gently falling
Landing on my face
The winter, the darkness
So full of disappointment
The crying darkness reaches out
Inhales those such as I
Sucking us in to endure the pain it has to offer
Can't escape the white tears
No matter where I turn
Sadness, the white melancholy
It's in the air, everywhere
Sucking me in
The winter is depression
Cold, white, somber winter
It sucks me in
Holds me tight
Never lets me go
Winter is sadness
White tears fall on my face
Icy, slanted droplets
Collide with mine


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