When winter hits, the summer sunshine feels like it never even existed. This piece was written for an assignment in a creative writing class and is loosely modeled as a "sonnet". I feel it chalks up how winter makes me feel in a fairly short format.
The weather got bad again
I know it sounds cliche
I'm like some god damn comedian
With nothing else to say
Snow falls and I feel like I should see elegance
I guess it's never truly that easy
I'm looking at the world with a loss of benevolence
Everything around me looking so dull and sleepy
The freezing cold makes a home
It sets up shop right in my chest
What feels like permanent residence in my bones
I wish I could give it a final rest
When will summer ever return?
Until then, I guess I'll continue to yearn.