A Winter's Journey (Seasonal Affective Disorder)
Roddy O
Posts: 13
Winter months spent wondering hopelessly in a fog,
Anxieties diffusing like black ink within him,
Unable to find direction, depression sets in.
Thirsting for enlightenment, he carried on,
Sacrificing those who could not help him,
Inconsolable and unwilling to be patient.
As Hamlet’s Ides’ of March unfolded,
Poetic justice was served as a solar cascade,
Bringing clarity and dissolving the curse,
The poisoned fog was lifted,
Shimmering diamonds on the inside,
Finding the person he has missed for years.
Anxieties diffusing like black ink within him,
Unable to find direction, depression sets in.
Thirsting for enlightenment, he carried on,
Sacrificing those who could not help him,
Inconsolable and unwilling to be patient.
As Hamlet’s Ides’ of March unfolded,
Poetic justice was served as a solar cascade,
Bringing clarity and dissolving the curse,
The poisoned fog was lifted,
Shimmering diamonds on the inside,
Finding the person he has missed for years.
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But I've a question: why Hamlet's Ides of March? Why not Julius Caesar's?
I like that line.
Good pick up!
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce