The Winter of My Discontent

Grey skies Go by reflected In the coldness in my eyes. What I said is what I meant Now here in the Winter Of my discontent. Time dies Dissolving as the ice wind cries My words are what I now lament Here in the Winter Of my discontent. There are things I say That sound to me like someone else At times like these. I don't know who it is replacing My gentler, normal self; I can only ask you, please To take things day by day. Maybe it's the darkness Of the shortened, dimlit days. Perhaps it is the starkness Of the random acts, the aimless ways Of the dead time of the year. Or in the end, just the weakness born of fear That has changed me so, my one and only dear. But Spring will come, As it ever does; The days will grow, the sun will shine. Our life will return, As it ever was, I'll still be yours, and you'll be mine. So pay no more heed To these feelings I vent, And just put it down To my discontent.