Settled into my depression now
Life would be strange without Her
Dark blanket, cosily cushioning me from life
My laughing lament, sordid retreat
But I think I love Her now
Bound together...my favourite “blanky”
Cruel cold mantle that She is
But sometimes, the blanket falls off
A chill of joy breathes through me
I clutch at a breath
A drowning sailor
But, I know that higher waves are not far off
In this tearful ocean
And even this blanket that I have weaved
she will not protect me anymore.
just hinder my struggle to swim
26/27.12.07
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