BB - The cold is just hunky dory. Now me...I feel like s&%t. (but at least my eyes aren't crossed and I haven't broken any ribs yet.)

so...here's a sort of anti-sonnet for you. Probably should put it on the christmas depression thread instead but they're REALLY down and I'm just a songwriter.

J

Cold Comfort

Are the answers in the heavens,
Revelations in the sky
If we search the constellations
Are there truths hung there to find?
Where's the beacon in this darkness?
Where's the distant guiding light?
Where's the glow that marks the end
of this tunnel's lonely flight?


Pride's hanging on the North Star
Envy sours the Milky Way.
Waning moon offers cold comfort
On a bleak December day.
Love is furious as a blizzard.
Raging mindless as it hones,
each single flake a fragile knife
cutting to the bone.


Glacier gathering in the corners
Poised and ready for a fall
Here Hope's a glistening icicle.
Patient for an April thaw.

I can't see past the bottle
I can't see through the snow
I can't look beyond tomorrow.
I can't care anymore.