It’s a grey and windy…

It's a grey and windy day today. The weather matches my mood.

Bleak December

The wind is whipping through the street,
and whistling through the trees;
the cold is settling in the ground,
and aching in the bone.

A sailor sits high on the mast,
lost in a dream of summer seas,
but winter's close upon him now,
and battered sails moan.

A woman prays in an empty church,
spending hours on reddened knees;
the comfort she craves never appears;
there's only an empty throne.

It's always best to expect the worst,
and sad things come in threes;
even when you can count on friends,
in the end, it's you, alone.

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