poet John Wathen

John Wathen

S.A.D.

I suffer from that seasonal disorder,
you know Winter bothers me.
I hate the sight
when you come home at night
and its dark at half past three.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 17, 2010

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  • Aldo Kraas (4/17/2010 2:17:00 PM)

    I suffer from Bipolar John
    And I hate winter also
    Because it makes you feel
    Like a ship sinking
    In the ocean
    And the more it sinks
    The more depress you get

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