Why must the numbness set in?
Amidst the bountiful wreaths
The warm greetings
And a fireplace to match
Creeping into my mind
Infiltrating my thoughts
Manipulating my chest
Bleeding from my mouth
The eyes dull
The limbs lose concentration
The body stills
A blankness overwhelms
Focus settles
On the gleaming whiteness
Of the open air
Crispness envelops
The winter scene
Of snowy scapes
And a body on its surface
An icy chill works its way into the soul
There is no struggle
No escape
The bitter cold sets in
Solidifying the monstrous mind within
No matter.
Why?
As the children make angels in the snow,
The families rejoice in melodious activity,
And the merriment of all relaxes the world,
Am I here
On this Earth
Without a joy in my heart?
No matter.
