Winter Setting In

by Sam M. Phillips

Grey skies illuminated from behind,

Where can I find

The right kind

Of inspiration?

The perspiration

Runs down my cheek,

I try to seek

A cause for all this,

Why do I miss

You so much today?

.

The way you walk,

The way you talk,

All these memories stalk

Across the screen

Of my daydream,

It might seem

As if I stare blindly,

But I care wildly

For only you.

.

I see through

Everything and everyone

Else, when I am done

I run home

And write a poem

Happy to have found

A theme to write around.

.

I bury you under a mound

Of rich red earth,

I don’t care to give birth

To awful sappy images,

We all move towards mirages

Of echoing shadows,

I look through windows

And try to pull it in,

I let the depression win,

There is no reason to grin

With the winter setting in.

.

It’s getting grim

Out there,

But I don’t care

As long as I can still

Think of a way to kill

The time,

My crime

Fading as I write,

Then I turn out the light

And go to bed,

With you still

Inside my head.