Coniferous Poem by Nick Patrick

Let not indifference become my poor state
To have sun shine through these cold dark trees
Would be a rare occurrence, almost a tease
It wavers so close, almost, and I wait
No, it has not occurred in a recent date
To skulk around stricken in a mental freeze
Hoping just to keep some sanity at ease
Leaves tired the palms of this earthy weight
And peals back the flesh of what is self
Until nothing is left but an empty vessel
Logic does its job, a genocide of reason
Locking away faith to the highest shelf
A difference is needed for the mind to wrestle
But the feeling is lost in the wintery season