The Coming Cold
Another despondent poem written in my dark days in Vancouver.
I don’t know what it is
But there’s a feeling in the air
It seems that these days
Nobody wants to care
People are getting weird, cold and hard
The news is getting sadder every day
I’m battling non-stop with my soul
I try to see the bright side but a cloud’s in the way
Am I alone in this despondent gloom?
I am the only one feeling impending doom?
Is this heavy sinking feeling only in my soul?
Or is it just the coming cold?
I gaze out over stormy seas
Just to take my mind away
To erase and disslolve completely
The futilities of my day
The endless wonderings and questionings of life
The boss I hate and the money I make
The morning are colder and the leaves are falling
The devil’s in control and God’s stopped calling