Subtraction

Winter brings you,
The unpleasant cell-mate.
O enemy,
Must you terrify?
You take from me what you want
And leave nothing.
O blue, I needed you
Yet he took you too
And covered me with his grey canopy.
O wind, he turned you from a breeze
To a blade
And I choke on my lungs.
O enemy,
You take from me my joys
And carve my heart hollow
Is there nothing you cannot destroy?
I yearn for the cover of the oak,
And you have stripped her, too.
You create isolation and breed loneliness.
You've turned my heart cold
And made my skull a cell.
But enemy, I am owed redemption
And I will take for my own what is due.
And if the devil you may be,
Then get behind me.

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