The winter blues are rich with gloom,
twisting my heart with apathy.
And perhaps shame too, let it not hide behind the weather.
Is it this dark obsession or some hidden transgression?
All the lessons learned, but failure is all that remains.
What road is left, I cannot see between the flickers of my dwindling flame.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 9:25 PM UTC
The winter blues are rich with gloom,
twisting my heart with apathy.
And perhaps shame too, let it not hide behind the weather.
Is it this dark obsession or some hidden transgression?
All the lessons learned, but failure is all that remains.
What road is left, I cannot see between the flickers of my dwindling flame.
