So seasonal ills lull my every mood <br /> Ice flows inward outward my thinking <br /> Never does the spring thaw lessen its rude <br /> Hold on my life; each day begs questioning. <br /> <br />How my overly anxious brain still ploughs on... <br /> Spirit frozen stiff and September <br /> Four decays darker now just begun. <br /> My emotions amplify the dread December. <br /> <br />The 16th leading cause of death in females <br /> Pulling at the fabric of my mind is death <br /> By suicide the eighth cause of death in males <br /> The winter-onset a stage for Macbeth!<br /><br />Mark Heathcote<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seasonal-affective-disorder-sad/
