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
winter
Damage
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
Winter
Cold outside Cabin fever Can't wait For the dark to become Comforting Snuggly Not sad And deadly
