Darkness

The fog of the winter has clogged my specs,

The ink of the pen is jammed and my hands has stopped writing.

My mind is without clue, featureless, ever changing like the moon.

The course of life has taken a different turn.

Perhaps the road I am going through is either wrong or is it just.

The winter has raised its cold and shivering winds,

My mind is sleeping like earth sleeping under the cover of the snow.

The wintry silence of the mind has raised stormy winds in the land of my heart.

For the spring is still a miles away.

The deathly silence has been too much on me..

I just can't understand what I just felt was a change of season

Or the permanent weather change.