Constant Winter Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
Constant Winter
My mind is in a constant winter
And the wind blows cold
As I continue to carry myself above the snow
I am drowning in my tears
They become frozen with doubt
I cannot see my way
As the hail breaks my soul
And rip my skin with icy knives
I am left for dead
As the sun's warmth arrives
We certainly can feel, the icy cold cut of depressions' knife, so painfully described! .
Beyond #S! ....................++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Could not be a better description of depression than this! .. Straight to the heart, straight to the soul! ..
Tragically superb! And infinitely painful. Feelings promptly and deeply felt, Not easy to forget!
Saddest poem I ever read this mor, LeeAnn, I do hope that the summerwarmth shall make you feel cosier again, be happy and enjoy life, dear LeeAnn. TOP Marks 5 Stars Full
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/28/2026 1:31:35 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Wonderful write LeeAnn x Top marks x