The Coldest of Winters – Written Monday 1st December 2008 (Aged 33)

The Coldest of Winters

the weather suits my mood
i stare at the television
i pick over my food
i get caught by the darkness –
of my deepest mood
and life,
is suddenly the harshest light
as it starts to intrude
i linger over the telephone
i sit and i brood
i would rather be alone
but i know how much people care
and i know i need them
so i ache to have them here
but i know,
right now i am no form of company
it’s just me and my thoughts
a lucky dip of insanity
the weather suits my mood
memories seem more like splinters
each one hurting,
and each one nagging away –
in this, the coldest of winters

James Garratt – Monday 1st December

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