Orbler
Byron Twain
Brenton
Dexter
Jeanne Dininni
Shilpa KarhikWinters Darkness
December 7th 2008 02:15
The Dark Days Are Here Again
Every winter, I get a cloud above my head
that seems to linger until spring.
I find myself hiding from everyone and everything.
It is a terrible feeling, guilt, consumes me.
But, I know it is only a symptom of my illness.
Something, I can't control, no matter how hard I try.
It has been this way, for so, long one might assume
it would get easier to deal with.But in my case, it hasn't.
I still go on pretending life is good.Kind of hiding my fears,
as though no one can actually see through my facade.
Wanting desperately to see the sun again.
I don't want to bore you, so, I will instead write a poem.
Hope you like it!
Winter's Darkness
As, a chill begins the light of day.
I run for cover, I seek escape.
For there's a cloud that seems to hover,
overhead and call my name.
Many moons, do rise and fall.
Many suns, do fall and rise.
And, as usual, I miss it all
through foggy panes, I've failed to wipe.
Time, does however clear my view,
as warmth begins the day anew.
No more, a cloud overhead.
No more, a need to run and hide.
I go on about my way instead.
Unafraid, to live my life.
Every winter, I get a cloud above my head
that seems to linger until spring.
I find myself hiding from everyone and everything.
It is a terrible feeling, guilt, consumes me.
But, I know it is only a symptom of my illness.
Something, I can't control, no matter how hard I try.
It has been this way, for so, long one might assume
it would get easier to deal with.But in my case, it hasn't.
I still go on pretending life is good.Kind of hiding my fears,
as though no one can actually see through my facade.
Wanting desperately to see the sun again.
I don't want to bore you, so, I will instead write a poem.
Hope you like it!
Winter's Darkness
As, a chill begins the light of day.
I run for cover, I seek escape.
For there's a cloud that seems to hover,
overhead and call my name.
Many moons, do rise and fall.
Many suns, do fall and rise.
And, as usual, I miss it all
through foggy panes, I've failed to wipe.
Time, does however clear my view,
as warmth begins the day anew.
No more, a cloud overhead.
No more, a need to run and hide.
I go on about my way instead.
Unafraid, to live my life.
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