My Winter

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The season of when the heart dies...

Submitted: September 28, 2006

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Winter

I feel dead,

Like a tree without leaves

And a hollowed core

Withered by the dark frost of winter.

Is this what I am;

Condemned to stand alone

While the seasons of man’s life

Drift away, like dead leaves on the voice of the wind.

Everywhere I see death,

Brought on by winter’s frozen claws.

Is this how it will be;

Living things trapped beneath the steel hand of death?

I feel death;

And I hear the decay of life

Whispering, softly,

The silent, cold voice of winter.


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