Winter 1

This winter is the winter of my discontent,
Spend every day in poetry battlez, just to make the rent,
Always gazing down looking for cash heaven sent,
I once found a tenner, but it turned out to be bent.

Break it down

Handfulls of snow would calm the heart,
But this winter is barren of any white part,
Concrete statues... snowmen they aren't,
Will I get a mistletoe? Nah, i shan't.

This is the winter of my discontent,
Spend every day in poetry battlez, just to make the rent,
Always gazing up, looking for help heaven sent,
I once saw an angel, but before i could speak she went.

Breaking down

Handfulls of pity, choke them down,
Shivering away behind a frosted frown,
Like the temperature, my spirits are down,
Downing spirits like water, trying to drown.

This is the winter of my discontent,
Spend every day in poetry battlez, just to make the rent,
Always gazing out, looking for hope heaven sent,
I once could afford it, but now my hopes are spent.

The End

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