i don't know what to think about this poem
i don't know whether i like it or not
all i know is that i have a feeling of unease while i read it
as if there's something terribly wrong with it

Dreaming of Winter

Soporific clouds
Encumber on a
Somber Sky
Waking up the Mist
From the frosen Lake
Which spreads
Through the Forest
A Ghastly Music
Is born from the Air
Producing Shivers
To your Body
A Sweet Torture
In a mixture
Of Feelings in contrast
Of Happiness and Sorrow
Love and Hate
Your Delusional
Streak Grows
A struggle between
Sanity and Paranoia
Your face is
In tears
You think
You're dreaming
You want to
Wake up
To face your fears
You can't move
Years have passed
Since you're dead


S.