mid-winter depression a state of mind
comes with the cold
everything happens as it always has
you felt it less
when you were younger
thinking less of who you are
or what you had
and more of what comes next
it is surreal
a time of the year
when you don’t want to believe
what you were led to doubt
days-old snow and salt stains
suspended
as if nothing is happening
remains of the days
sediment of continual mistakes
the sentiment of our leftover pain
with mean-spirited weather
and the threat of more
there is no warmth
© 2021 j.g. lewis
