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


Scraping the dirt and grime From my faulty brittle spine Dusting off my knees Grown from a stolen seed   Picking at the scab I pretended I didn't have The bumps and bruises show Beneath ripped regal robes