Juliet Ligon Poet Rhyme

Winter's Endless Night

In the winter, when midnight's at five, 
 the clock ticks silence inside my head. 
 Cold bones ache, so I know I'm alive, 
 but my life-hung'ring soul is half dead. 

 Outside is bitten by frost and death. 
 The tired garden hides former needs. 
 Dormant plants lack color, vibe, and breath. 
 Resting hands enjoy a break from weeds.    

 Caged inside, I hide from endless night, 
 scrapbooking pictures of life now past, 
 sunning under unnatural light, 
 casting aside the stormy forecast.

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Just That Archaic Poet January 5, 2014 at 8:50 AM I suffer from "Seasonal Affective Disorder" so this poem hit home for me. The lack of daylight wreaks havoc on my mental stability. Totally related to this piece; good job and kudos :)