The Dead Months
The dead months have arrived my friends; the long hard times wait for us
As the days grow shorter and the air grows colder.
Look about my friends, there are some who are no longer with us.
Look about my friends, there are some who are new to be with us.
Though the nights are long, our hearts remain hopeful
Longing for the days that bring softly scented breezes.
Death lurking about passes as a shadow, flickering in and out of our pained existence.
Silver bells are ringing just as church bells are tolling.
The green and red décor arrives earlier each year
Plaguing on the weary soul with unfastening wallets.
Simplicity of years gone by is merely just a memory
Replaced by the greediness of corporate scrooges.
Self-medication and depression have a grasp upon my friends
There’s nothing that I can do to shake it loose off of them.
Loyalty and kindness I spare for all those who require
In the end I hope someone’s there for me
Helping me shake free the grasp of the dead months.
01:15 PM
:) ...love you and miss you, x.
Posted by: zazen at November 13, 2003 01:39 PM
Posted by: Kristian at November 13, 2003 01:50 PM
I always considered nov-dec the worst months..... So true.
Posted by: Groundzero at November 14, 2003 09:22 AM
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