My nethermind’s scarred;

It’s inexplicably hard

To feel any feeling,

Or deal with any dealings.

I await with patience

The reverberating

Rays of healing.

 

It’s going to be

A long winter;

Gloomy, with

Recurring

Rain showers.

 

The winds of winter

Are entwined

With my past;

They’re merciless,

Relentless, reckless,

And steadfast.

 

My drenched heart

Is pinned to

The clothesline.

Perhaps when the

Sun comes out,

I’ll be fine.