Winter's Solemn Grasp

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Winter's solemn grasp stands for the cold depression I face during the winter months.

Submitted: December 08, 2011

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Submitted: December 08, 2011




Who have I become?

I'm not myself anymore.

Hurting the ones who love me, for fun?

I've never been this terrible before.


It was always sunny in my mind,

But clear skies often turn to grey.

Fond memories have been, sadly, left behind,

Ones I've begged so heavily to stay.


I continually ask why I'm still here,

Why I always feel so alone.

I might as well live in constant fear,

I might as well be without a home.


Into winter's solemn grasp, I fell,

Just as I'd once fallen into your arms.

You looked into me and broke my neutral shell,

Kept me safe from all pain and harm.


Every word you spoke to me, sunk deep,

I spent my nights wishing that you'd never leave.

Your peaceful, gentle whispers lulled me to sleep.

I woke up each morning with a heart freshly drawn on my sleeve.


I've fallen back in the world now,

Things have certainly changed.

I'll eventually learn to live again, somehow,

I'll become slightly less deranged.


But, until that moment comes,

Until my mind is free,

I will continue to search for someone

Who means it when he says he loves me.


Into winter’s solemn grasp, I fell,

Searching for someone new

Is like walking through the fires of Hell.

Hopefully, I’ll make it through.


I’ve gone on for days now, it seems,

With my heart shattered from the cold, the ice,

Ice that your heart forced mine to, so frigidly, beat.

But when it beats, it bleeds, natures sacrifice.


Your love carried me

So far away from here, from all I know.

Over mountains and through tremulous seas,

Then, you left me to find my way home.


I’ve no fear of being lost,

Not a quiver in my heart for being far.

Though, being alone comes with a cost,

You’ve turned my into what you are.


Into winter’s solemn grasp, I fell,

I’ll just stay here forever,

With no thoughts left on which to dwell.

For we, are no longer together…

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