Northern Winters.

Feeling wishy-washy and remembering the cold winter back home before this year.

I couldn't tell you what I saw or

what happened next, I swear I never used 

to forget this much or feel so displaced

    And as the clocks wound down,

We heard the voices call out,

tried my best to reason with nature

but the snow continued to stack.

   And as hills started to rise,

it began to level the trees,

left the whole town deserted,

I watched the wildlife flee,

see myself burst at the seams.

They all wanted a reason,

or maybe to somewhere to sleep

but I couldn't take the noise 

so I pleaded them leave, leave me

to count my losses, just another mark

on the wall of what could have been,

another tall tale left to expose

the best and worst of me.