Winter: The Revelation
Though the cold, harsh beginning of a winters night,
Ill feelings have surfaced; come to light.
These feelings, however, bear a great albatross
An immense pressure: feelings of loss.
Like the ever-evident loss of time-
A feeling most draining, short of sublime,
Promotes an uncanny urgency, a great haste
To regain what’s lost, to close the space.
Or perhaps a loss in a friend or foe-
It feels there’s not much difference although.
Their spiteful words, disguised as blessings,
Coated in sugar, an attraction depressing.
Or maybe the loss of direction- astray -
From dreams and aspirations, obligations away.
A lack of motive, due to countless disappointments,
A dreary life; devoid of enjoyment.
A myriad of losses- amounting in just one:
A loss of myself, an absence forever gone.