Some days feel empty. The sun shines, yet the yard remains dark. The geese are hungry in my thoughts. I see the greenery around the still lake; the water is pearl-grey around my neck.
On some days, I sense the winter depression deep within the blue.
Save the fish! My heart roars. Tears stream down my face; my head screams silently, "Save the fish!"
But the squirrels chatter and cast light thoughts onto the ground beneath my feet.
I glance up. There, a lively squirrel meets my eyes. He says with a sharp look at me, "Winter is still far away, I think." My eyes lock onto a pair of round, brown eyes: I agree.
Yet, I feel the air freezing around the lake. Cold steam rises from its surface.
The death, the darkness, along with the quiet tears of fish beneath the deep waters, awaken the lake's solitude. "Please save us!"
I repeatedly hear. But my hands are bound by frost. My feet are chained to the cold, hard ground. I can't breathe; I hear the fish crying. The sound becomes clearer, yet I cannot move. Night's darkness creeps into the arms of the day. Depression persists... winter feels endless...
Shahla Latifi
October 2025
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Shahla Latifi (Pseudonym) (
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A poem that is gray and cold. It feels dreary and sad where even tears are frozen. Very nicely written
For a sensitive person such as me, the winter, war, and heat consume me with the pain of the most vulnerable.
Thank you for reading.
You are most welcom
I certainly felt the cold the darkness and your winter's depressive nature. I wouldn't like to experience that. Even my very short mild mini winters are bad enough...
Thank you for your honest opinion, which effectively highlighted the deep feelings in my writing. I apologise if that may have caused you some unease.
No apology needed: I\'m not that sensitive. I made an attempt at empathy, which is not one of my character traits.....
Despite my resilience, I break down when I see a dead animal on the road, and I occasionally dislike that part of myself; It's a gift, yet an emotional burden that takes a heavy toll on me:(
Take care of yourself.
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