Winter

I don’t remember the order of days.

I can’t start to see a way through this maze.

Forget me, forget me, I’ll just fade away.

My promises passing away in the haze.

Sky-tall it seems to stand up like doom.

At bright cotton clouds, its flurries they loom.

I can’t stand up tall in this minuscule room.

I'm finally realizing the world’s a tomb.

Dismay me, I dare you. I dare you to move.

I can’t even cry and I have nothing to prove.

There is nothing worse; can nothing improve?

Except for my life, to snuff or remove.

Prepare yourself, darling, I’m leaving my clay.

I don’t mean to leave you in any dismay.

I pray understanding won’t lead you astray,

But lead you to memories upon which to prey.

Performing this life-long skit isn’t for me.

I moved off from palaces and on to debris.

I’d rather not fake, and I don’t want to flee.

But there is nothing here that I can foresee.

I’m framing a picture of me in your mind.

Pretend that I’m smiling, or perhaps that you’re blind.

Pretend that I’m free, instead of tightly confined.

Pretend I’m remaining, not leaving you behind.

I didn’t mean to.

I’m sorry I did.

It wasn’t for you;

Farewell I bid.

I drew this on my biochemistry notes...