Winter strikes, blasts away at our sanity,
Engages us and brings us down.
Weightless, I sway in an eddy of doubt
As waves of alcohol course through my veins
Like errant bands of hooligans
Terrorizing shock weary nerve endings.
Slowly I disaggregate into a state
Wherein my parts grow tired of adhesion
Seek solice in their entropy
And I am left a mist to be dispersed by your first word.