A light shines through the crack A glow in a dusty shack Bending across worlds of show Contorting through tunnels few know Rising below the open door Reaching up to touch the floor Switching sides to contemplate Upside down in grounded fate
seasonal affective disorder
Winter Blues
The winter blues are setting in Grayish hues wearing thin Creeping low on browning ground Hiding out from inward sound Reddened faces, sunken skin Lashing out to keep it in Then wrapped up tight in blackened lace Disappear without a trace
