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Wintry Mind

Somebody help.
Whether a poet or not, help.
Whether you find this to be a cry for help or just a poem, help.
Today the poison (schizophrenia) that's within my mind has yet again reacted,
causing a paralysis of my mind and soul.
Every season is winter for me.
Summer may bore the longer days though the rays are cold on my skin.
Spring's the birthing season though it's a miscarriage.
Fall is the season where the leaves begin to die, though their death holds so much beauty.
Then the short, dark days of winter, I'm home!
Oh, the snow falls so elegantly without sound...
oh yes, I appreciate the silence of the auditory hallucinations.
Help! It can't be winter all year!
Written by gothicsurrealism (Daniel Long)
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Author's Note
I write poetry as a form of therapy. But I don't know how much longer it will stay effective. Help!
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