I've reached my point of desolation
Yearly timings my life has crestfallen
Like each snowflake I see outside
Everyone is in shock
over the storm I provoked
New baby flowers die in their sleep
The only new thing is
The long awaited Christmas
Cabin fevered isolation
Not that I had anywhere else to be
And you wait for the storm to pass
But it's more excuse to go drown myself
Bury my face in the cold apology
See how long I can go without air
All the time you begged for this
Your spring cleaning is a mess
Wonder when summer will come
Hide in the shadows
The sun wants me dead
I can't see any solution
The forecast is confused
Is it my star or mental state
that causes this moon?
What Greek god have I possessed?
In order to make the country collapse
Each snowflake to hit me is a bullet to the brain
Wipe clean, wipe clean
All the mistakes I've made
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Author:
Jo Middleton (
Offline) - Published: March 7th, 2018 04:24
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
A fine write Jo. We're all 'snowflakes' now it seems - genteel, over-sensitive, etc.
Oh, it can't be Spring until 21st March - so says me diary! lol.
Hold on Jo - we're all feeling a little bit like this! Spring is coming!
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