Winter – A Stoem

A time of cold and darkness, wet and wind

Shorter days, rushing to get everything in


At times we feel, we missed the deadline

The doors of daylight closed

Left out in the cold and dark again


We can’t think when we’re cold!

We can’t see when it’s dark!

We fear being alone out here!


We imagine silhouettes’ and voices

We run and hide

Only to find…¬†they have followed us

To our hiding place


Thus, We surrender to the voices

A dark night of the soul

Meaninglessness, a deep sense, sets in


Daylight comes

As we once were, we are not the same

Time goes by,  daylight no more

We chose not to enter the doors

…of daylight anymore


A true story and poem about depression…:(