The cool and chilling winter winds,
that whistle round my mind.
Are oh so unforgiving,
as my thoughts start to unwind.
Of bitter pent up memories,
and visions from the past.
The spinning, churning termoil,
around me shaddows cast.
For darkness comes to haunt me,
and will not let me go.
It tortures waking moments,
and sleep, it comes so slow.
So i try to shake theses winter winds,
that whistle round my mind.
And stop my life from running off,
and leaving me behind.
Heath Gunn
