Springtime hibernation

Thank you, Carlene :)

Thank you :)

Strong images and metaphors, softer and kinder than your normal writes.

Enjoyed it.  :)

Thank you :)

Deep write Scribbler!!!
This is beautiful work, of a let down subject!!!

Thank you! :)

Your pen just does it's own thing and I LIKE IT!!! :)
So much talent you have Scribbler!

Thank you :)

(pre-apologies for the long response) :P

Firstly, the repetition of "and I believed them" really brought the poem to a nice end. Sometimes repetition doesn't work, but it did here.

Second, the introduction of "he" and "him" confused me a little just because "he" wasn't supported with any sort of background for me (the reader) and I felt, due to the way in which "he" was worked throughout the poem, that this character is of importance. Maybe even a central concept?

Third, I got the feeling that this male character was in need of help and that for some reason, the speaker wasn't able to give it to him, and he therefore disappeared somehow, in the spring?

There is a feeling in the poem for sure, but I'm not certain I know what it is.  

Thank you for response, i'm going to try to explain as much as I understand. I'm not  
extremely happy with this poem though I feel strange connection to it, view it as an experiment.
 
1) Repetition: I'm glad it worked. :)
 
2) I was aiming for personification
   of 'Life', did I miss?  
 
3) Right, think of me as the narrator and 'I'.  
I wake up in the Spring after having hibernated through Winter,
animals hibernate. Winter to someone with no protection: cold,
biting, deadly, deceptive. So I escaped, though when I return
I find Life suffocating under all the debris left
by Winter, because I left Life, didn't take care of him,
I ran, imagine all the commitments, anger from others that
I left, you can see this as a depressive haze that I was under
all winter but when spring came it started to clear. Which is
like a cruel shove into reality.  
 
The glasses part is supposed to represent how people turn a blind
eye, they are objective to negative things/thoughts/actions,
and prefer to just walk away and forget it.
So even though I  was a mess with depression looming
back in as  desperation to fix Life, I received no help.
 
The last stanza is how a new season is turning
around, as my attempts to save 'Life' were ruined
both by myself (neglect) and the people around
me (dismissal). Depression has come back around
again, this time stronger, Life dies: no hope.
 
Interpret it anyway you wish,
it was an experiment I suppose,
my interpretation was depression
yours could be anything. If it still
makes no sense put it down to me  
being insane and read a better poem :)
 
I apoligise for the long response
(Post-apologies).

Ahhhh ok I see.

Your explanation did clear it up for me.
I like the ideas you've brought up
and I can see the depression within the poem now.

I guess there was just so much happening in the poem
when I read it that I was unable to grasp
the main concept.

:)

I'm not the best at explaining things,
there's probably a better and shorter
explanation hiding somewhere in my
mind :)

So much imagery and meaning. I was truly swept away by everyline, finding my self running through it again and again. One for the reading list I might say :)

Thank you! :)