Winter heralds In a level of depression <br />That surpasses <br />The level of elation <br />I feel when spring arrives <br /> <br />I accept that poets and predictions <br />Cant stop the worlds afflictions <br />That have been there <br />Since the dawn of time <br /> <br />Still I look to strength <br />Between God and booze <br />Only to realize <br />They are empty methods too <br /> <br />So I sit here and write <br />In the half dark <br />Of the coming night <br />Wondering what to do <br /> <br />Fully Knowing <br />That Winter heralds in <br />My depression like a treacherous friend <br />The creative muse by which I write<br /><br />Wanda Swim Strunk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-heralds-in/
