In The Eyes of a Pessimist

'Tis the season below zero
brisk white flakes shall fall
to pile and form
mountainous pillars of snow
Wintery breeze
freezes all ancestors of life
they shiver & quiever of its chill
Beginning... of a new year
settles upon my heart  
like snowflakes
melting sorrowed feelings inside
All liquidize.. into a soup of self pity
They comfort & warm me  
with insecurities I've forever boiled
inside my pot of long years and years of life
I bravely take a sip...
(A lonely taste
enhanced by arctic air of January
salted, bitter, yet bland)

Its depths of empty flavor overwhelms me
Snowflakes fall ever so desperately
miserably beautiful in its melancholic ways
falls and falls
(Their innocent bits of pure snow
are tainted
by my distress , agony)

Through eyes of a pessimist
roses in this weather
only wilt, then die
Never to spring back again...  
I sip once more of my soup
take in every drop of its misery
Another year to crucify my being has come
Written by SourMelon0313 (H)
Published | Edited 6th Jan 2018
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