Despair sinks into my bones
Slowly but surely
Like winter’s chill.
Every year it’s the same,
And I hate it.
I take every precaution.
I wrap myself in comfort
And make sure I get enough food and sleep.
I allow extra indulgences.
I try to keep communication lines open.
It’s not enough
To stave off the darkness.
My body grows leaden,
Exhausted and heavy.
My mind is buried in snow.
Everything is too much.
My give-a-damn breaks,
And I just want to sleep until spring
Or forever.
