A bitter, cold winters eve,

Just the place to go for my lonely grief.

Deep, isolating blue,

Heavy thoughts hitting me like a crushing sea,

Drowning me slowly,

A dark decree.

The colours remarks who,

Who I used to be.

The place I used to call home,

Just a burden to roam,

You can’t pull me back,

My vision is monochrome.

Until the darkness deepens,

Sinking my hopes,

Just another challenge that steepens.

My jubilance gets twisted,

Manipulated, groomed,

An easy dream that once consisted,

Until I was consumed.