So seasonal ills lull my every mood
Ice flows inward outward my thinking
Never does the spring thaw lessen its rude
Hold on my life; each day begs questioning.
How my overly anxious brain still ploughs on...
Spirit frozen stiff and September
Four decays darker now just begun.
My emotions amplify the dread December.
The 16th leading cause of death in females
Pulling at the fabric of my mind is death
By suicide the eighth cause of death in males
The winter-onset a stage for Macbeth!