This is really good! You manage to convey the topic very well, and put the reader in the writer's mind. I like the steady meter, it really flows well, and while I understand what you were doing with the final line, I think if you could trim it down, it could pack a real punch as a sudden ending, because that final stanza is brilliant.

LOVE the final stanza. Love it. It really throws the reader off after constant meter and rhyme scheme.

Biggest thing I noticed stylistically is that you end all your lines with commas, even when it's not grammatically correct. Getting rid of the commas in the appropriate places will help it flow more smoothly (e.g. stanza 2 after numbers and caress). Also not a fan of the exclamation point you used, but that's just me.

As someone with depression myself, I can say that the second and third stanzas don't ring true for me. The mention of love is a bit random, and the gods divine is also pretty forced. I think the poem would become stronger without them, actually. Instead, continue in the imagery of winter. It could be a great metaphor, actually, if you continue it; I find that the imagery of the first stanza is the most powerful, outside of the last. You seem to be showing more than telling in those stanzas, which isn't necessarily true in the others.

Anyway, good piece, would love to 

> The snow beneath my feet is rotten,

I wish I wrote that line! It's a poem in itself: concrete image, strong symbolism (cold, loss of innocence/purity, weakening foundation), and weird - what is rotten snow!? I think it would make a great title for a poem with this sort of subject matter because it really sets the tone and draws the reader's attention. If I haven't made it clear, it's my favorite line here.

Honestly, I might totally drop stanzas three and four. Compared to one, two, and four, they are much less concrete and much more angst-y. Maybe that's too extreme, but what I'm trying to say is there's a great poem in here, but you have to chisel away at this one to find it. Keep writing!

The snow beneath my feet is rotten,     
My mind's a place in time forgotten,                                               
The seasons have left and abandoned me,                           
Cold winter stayed to keep me company.        
                          

I wake at four in sleepless slumbers,              
And count lost days like broken numbers,            
While tears my withered face caress,                                            
And lay my broken smiles to rest.         
                                             

Fuck the joys of ignorant youth,                                                          
I welcome life's despair as truth,                                                   
I turn my face from the Gods divine,                                                       
My love's a bird, to a cage confined!     

           
What good are days spent in frustration,       
Hopeless depths, and isolation?        
What good is life when all its pleasures,              
Are broken lies and faded leisures?            

         
The blade was looking softly tempting,            
Glowing friendly, not pretending,                  
It cut me as I stroked it kindly,            
And of summer loves and midnight dances      
It did remind me.        
                        
                         
               
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