as the cold sets in...

Catatonic state of winter
Its grip has seized my soul.
Frustration, no motivation,
Smiles take flight as this
Haze of irritability sets in...
The constant voice of sleep
Grows louder and louder
As it screams my name from behind
The curtain of life...
How much longer must I be
Imprisoned by it all?
Come, Spring, and breathe new life
Into this soul of mine,
To writhe in the misery of
Winter's painful grasp is almost
  More than I can bear....

~Tiffany Cross
3/4/09