Wintertime of My Discontent

There is a feeling in my chest like screams or sobs, like something dear has been lost.  The desires and motivation I so recently felt now elude me.  Memories of joy and loss, what has never been and that which I seek, creep into my dreams, the residue of which lingers but does not prompt action.  If I could hibernate thru the cold, dream some more, awaken to a warm sun...     Geez, I hate being sick!