Abhorrent coldness now invades,
Depression’s pressing weight has stayed.
Happiness from the brain leaks,
A heat source it urgently seeks.
This haunted house so often creaks.
In comes this perverse friend to me,
Chained and bound for eternity.
For FOWC: Abhor. Today’s official NaPoWriMo prompt was to write inspired by a post in “The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows,” and I might write something for that later, but now I have a “sorrow” that is not so obscure or mysterious, unless the mystery is, “How do I make it go away and stay away??” I try not to focus on sad things, but I can’t ignore this mess, either.