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S.A.D.

November gray
drizzles and drips
a thick pithy gloom.
early nightfall
slaps a chill
across a face of stone.
drug fed sleep
hovers in wait
over shiver-shackled bones,
as brooding eyes,
drenched in dread,
curse the scourging onslaught of
WINTER

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Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
S.A.D.... acronym for seasonal affective disorder
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Never heard it called S.A.D, but your poem is good enough to make me feel it. Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

What Is SAD?
Seasonal affective disorder (SAD), is a type of depression that occurs during the winter months. Milder forms of SAD might be called the "winter blues."

Thought I would just add this little piece of info..my Wife says I get it sometimes LOL
Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

A good write on SAD there are many that suffer from it in this country damn days become short and the cold creeps into your bones lol
Take care and the tablets, Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

thank you both for your time and thoughts

I MEAN IT!

Uh, oh...my symptoms are starting to show...
better take some more of my "sunshine in a bottle"

it doesn't really work, just makes me not give a damn!

singing "Spring is just around the corner" again,,,and again....

Al

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I felt the sunbeams on my face,
They had chilled as the earth turned to distant realms.
I became a sufferer of SAD.
Yet my inner smile and memories kept me warm.
Or that extra blanket I had put on.

In a few weeks the days will become longer
My thoughts will become stronger.
And the glow of the sun will not send shivers to me.
I shall await the first leaves on the trees,
The nights clear and warm.
Then I shall laugh and become strong.
Yours hoping it wont seem long,
Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

ultraviolet lights...
we need it
our pineal gland
no pill for that

we mourn the sun our bodies
so it goes away like an old lover
and we wait its return
its arms
to bathe in its love...

thank you

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