Triplets

The snow is pretty
Yet I feel shitty
So here I write this ditty

A lament if you will
Of what is keeping me still
A state I only describe as ill

It's a modern lament
Of a common dement
Sinking as if cased in cement

In a post modern age
I struggle to gauge
A hidden, lurking rage

Linked to loss
That's of self in this dross
Myself I don't give a toss

Hollow inside
Feelings, emotions have died
Or so it feels on this slide

Triplets if rhyme
as I run out of time
Yet still to say I'm...