winter blues

        
       
       
    captive to the winter cold; the warmth is but a month away; the damage from the winter days; enough to whisk the soul away;        
       
       
   one tries to stay at peace despite the frost bite eating one away; one wants to feel forever loved by gentle warmth beside one's camp;        
       
       
 this place is slowly killing one each day; a heart that aches is a heart that feels; it feels the overkill that picks apart one's inner will;        
       
       
 a warmth that can relate; still never guaranteed to stay throughout the stakes to end of bitter nights and days; the ink on page; is nothing but the mind displayed  
 
 
 a bond is but a mountain high; the climb excites and all-there's still the off chance one would tumble into sudden fall;  
 
 
life is but a shakey bridge; a mountain climb with grips and slips.... debilitating temperatures; that lead to yet another "fix"