Markus Jay Poet Villanelle

the winter blues

the winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight 
   Its icy tentacles wrap around me and squeezes
   freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite 

   staving off the cold is a battle, an endless fight
   it brings forth an assortment of nasty diseases
   The winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight

   these grey days cloud over the sun, having no light
   as the icy chill roam wherever it does pleases 
   freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite 

   my blood flows like a frozen berg of ice
   and into my bones the air seeps, then freezes
   the winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight 

   frozen raindrops form like dripping stalagmite
   and the wind blows hard, never letting up or eases
   freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite 

   thunder roars. then the dark sky ignites 
   distant are the summer days of warm breezes  
   The winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight 
   freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite

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