Winter Opus

 

Depression and isolation, a personal blend

Steeped in shame and shyness, brew a poignant loneliness

Made especially for me

The aroma of self-pity and desperation waft

Through the air, surrounding me

Cloaking me in an air of aloofness,

Shrouding what would normally be perceived as awkward silence

If you could see the real me

The first bitter draught spills over my lips which

Will not be kissed, flows over my tongue that explores nothing

Tasting only

The solitude, fusing and freezing it, unused

The chill, instead of assaulting the inner warmth,

Finds no such enemy inside me

My heart strains painfully, trying so hard to drive it,

The silence away, but it is only one

Doing the job of two

One day it will ignore me too.

Reviews

[Charles D. Moorer]

We are not always what we seem and see ourselve completely different from how others see us. Sometimes the two reconcile. sometimes not. but we go on. This is a nice write.
"The first bitter draught spills over my lips which will not be kissed," is a nice line.