winter solstice



it's raining and clouds cover cold grey sky.
dawn's just a joke; the sun's rising, a lie.
a night with no sleep, a day with no morning
but it still hits my brain like a brick with no warning
it's been coming for days, for decades, for eons
as if all humans living are mere cosmic paeons
nothing in nothingness made of ether in my head
such bleak drear existence. i'm going to bed.