Winters Quivers

[Bunx]

Winters Quivers  

Quivering in bed, as winter demands.
Bills stacked high, a fear disguised.
Help given then taken, a rope set ablaze.
How does one confront this maze?

Memories murmured, by constant routine. 
Daily patterns fear uncertain things.
Daunting dismay constructing discontent.  
Hope is distant, escape was intent.

Mechanical numbness in the mid-day hour.
Caged by walls, mentality cowers.
Motivation and survival, not the same.
Forget the maze, skip the refrain. 

Permanence passes, feelings are fickle.
Sadness will fade, a plant shrunken in shade. 
Moving onto new moments eyes open wide.
It's life struggles that truly define;

what it means to be shivering, holding onto a friend. 
Looking for a break out of dead ends.
Storms feared, can clear or not arrive.
Seek passion, define your drive.

[CRNDLSM]

The commas almost make a straight line down the middle, I wish they were more consistent, sounds a little like a def poetry slam