Barely Is Winter

What’s on my mind?
This morning granted me a worry
That traces the mood of my decade
A shattered mirror crumbles in my right hand
Still the other hasn’t stop bleeding from my reflect
This headache is driving me mad
My long curls can’t soothe me while I brush them
A hard breath can merely concentrate me
I sense some whispers delivering me the words
Barely is winter
And I can’t find a cure for my pain
I don’t have the courage to look at the window
This is my nightmare in madness
My dream within the foggiest dream
That’s why I’m trembling
I doubt that I’ll found the way in this wreck
This headache is driving me mad!
Barely is winter
And I can’t stop sleeping
I have to make a choice
Just plunge myself into darkness
Landing there, observe how my body is in pause
Longing for a touch of my mind
One morning I woke up
And my mouth was sewn tight
Someone is calling me with sadness in its voice
I see trouble headed to my land
One block away you can still smell the fear
A scream barely define my anguish
But my mouth was sewn tight
I’m so tired; at last silence fills my sight
I look at my trembling hands
Self be kind
Can you tell me what’s on my mind?