Winter Days
Oh how greatly I hate the winter days
So long, and cold, and void of all ardor
It makes me feel so numb, so very dazed
My feelings in disarray and disorder
It feels as if I've lost the upper hand
My emotions have turned against myself
It seems to me as if I have been damned
For I there never will be any help
The anxious feelings always come in sweeps
My hands, they shake; my breathing is unsteady
And into the rest of my life it leaks
I wish my defenses were more sturdy
But maybe if I really try and hope
I can finally be free of this saprobe
