I swallow my med
like one uses a lifesaver,
with desperation

you are my sunshine,
my only sunshine

the people around me are somber,
the world is gray,
I am lively

you make me happy
when skies are gray

I drop the pill back in the organizer
the first of many to remain in that box

I learn to create my own sunshine

Are trees shivering
For snow is covering them
Icicles are cute

O, champion of words

O, wisdom of gab

speak thy savory terms

of sultry endearment that makes the poet blush

and thine fairness lust

over syllables that consonants and vowels equate

so that the uneven can lie flush

and the plain can run straight

yet,

over the course of mounds of flesh

the burden stills

that within a heart,

or be it brain,

can beat and remember thrills

some left in time

and some do have weight

that over the hills

can be

the end of my commiserate

No one wants to see themselves die,
but,
yet,
here we all are taking our own pictures.