The Winter of My Discontent
Grey skies
Go by reflected
In the coldness in my eyes.
What I said is what I meant
Now here in the Winter
Of my discontent.
Time dies
Dissolving as the ice wind cries
My words are what I now lament
Here in the Winter
Of my discontent.
There are things I say
That sound to me like someone else
At times like these.
I don't know who it is replacing
My gentler, normal self;
I can only ask you, please
To take things day by day.
Maybe it's the darkness
Of the shortened, dimlit days.
Perhaps it is the starkness
Of the random acts, the aimless ways
Of the dead time of the year.
Or in the end, just the weakness born of fear
That has changed me so, my one and only dear.
But Spring will come,
As it ever does;
The days will grow, the sun will shine.
Our life will return,
As it ever was,
I'll still be yours, and you'll be mine.
So pay no more heed
To these feelings I vent,
And just put it down
To my discontent.
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