Something is deeply wrong with the world. Something unchangeable. Barely perceptible to most. Painful. Quiet. Broken. All consuming.

The dawn that swept across the sky so bright

So pinkly lit, in warming buds of cloud

And chased away the icy black of night

To greet the day and make the sky feel proud 

Is overcome by soft and  solid grey

Calling the shadows into its dark grasp

The promise of a bright and sunny day

Is blighted by a raven's rotten rasp

Dark fingers reach for dying light above

Shedding golden green garments without pause

The search is for the sunshine's warming love

But winter's cruelty leaves them naked whores

Rainfall dries and black birds wing the wild wind

Dewy feathers shaken off to seek the sky's way

Cold fills the nest in which they nightly sinned

But spring's folly lives on to see the day

I'm not really living right now, so much as I am existing because I have to.

An iced air skims across the skin in waves

And pulls the hair from faces that it sees

If frosted clouds the suns path coldly paves

Then slow and sinking, all the stars it frees. 

And empty minds fill hollows in the heart

As heavy bodies heave and heat the world

While silence finds itself inside lost art

The pages of the mind remain unfurled

Warm and waiting, watching willingly

Adrift within a sea of happy fools

Beneath, water that sweeps past chillingly

To fill the gaps and sit in swelling pools

The quiet drip and subtle splash of rain

Is peace beyond the city's common drone

Lost in cold and thought, free of fear and pain

Happiness is found and cherished all alone.