Tristan Robert Lange

Any Day?

Wrought-iron winter,

Cold spirit of severed certainty,

We welcome you,

Leveler of all hopes eternal,

Our only known truth.

In you we see reality,

Where color has fallen—

Faded—

Given way to gray.

Where we see night is

Eternal—

Never was there really

Any day.

Poet’s Note:

Written during a period of deep personal sorrow and seasonal depression, Any Day? captures the weight of spiritual and emotional fatigue that can make even light feel unreachable. It is not a loss of faith, but an honest reflection of what darkness can feel like when grief, doubt, and exhaustion converge.

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© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, January 1, 2026.

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