I stare at the clock, watching time pass against me
The changing hands, seem harmless, and yet...
Nothing changes for the better here
It continually becomes worse, the end may be near I fret.
The minutes pass with an unwonted slowness
A plethora of loneliness wraps tightly around me.
I hear only the wind singing its haunting, adverse tune
A virulent malediction too opaque to see.
The winter zephyr clings to my skin
And I recall on memories of you to forget the cold.
Remembering makes my heart sing and my soul dance
I become happy even though the act was ignoble I'm told.
These thoughts seem obligatory for survival
Or the incessant cold and darkness would drive me insane.
Even though thinking of you is arduous to my mind
And every attempt to abandon the memories is mundane.
You made me happy, too happy sometimes
Aberrant you seem to the stereotypical male.
Where did you come from? Could this all have been a dream?
You are more like a faux Prince Charming in a fairytale.
To absolve this relentless battle, I may just have to let go
No matter how jovial those times had been.
The elements that surround me are no longer my nemesis
It is in fact my mind that plays host to the war within.
