I wrote this poem in the
middle of February whilst fed up with the dark
evenings. Spring was approaching but was still to far
away for it to be noticeable, and it was going to be
at least a month before I was able to eat my dinner
with it still being daylight outside. The style is a
simple rhyme for each verse leading to the final line
that contains the main point being told in the poem.
imprisoned by perpetual night,
With only strange looking bulbs giving me light,
The fuzzy dim glow of their energy saving white,
Would be pleasurable if they we actually bright.
surrounds my ever itchy skin,
Like being poked repeatedly with a tiny pin,
Cramp in my legs causing me to spin,
While my shoes feel they have ice water within.
Every day I
have to heat my cold home,
All the while I freeze and I moan,
Keeping away the chill is all I own
While I ever pay energy bills as if to atone.
Let me see
those yellow daffodils in full bloom,
Let me see those white fluffy clouds light up the sky
Let me feel the warmth on my face causing me to swoon,
Please hurry spring and come by soon.
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