Depression’s come to reminisce;
speaking in low whispered hiss.
Sullen eyes; he’s dressed in black;
Runs cold fingers down my back.
Spewing lies I’ve heard before;
convincing mind to listen more.
Take to my bed; for days I sleep;
dark lover’s arms; my soul keep.
Sings woeful song into myears;
takesdelight in my sad tears.
knows this season lays me low;
he comes, with sorrow to bestow.
I will not breathe fresh air till spring;
When light returns like golden ring.
The sun will evict unwanted guest;
Who steals smile; and gives unrest.
Till winter’s gone with skies so gray;
I fear his taunting will with me stay.
Memories of spring time I will hold;
Dreams of warmth instead of cold.