Seasons Collection

Lonely Winters~

A poem by WikiMalik

 

"LONELY WINTERS"

 

Winds are running cold, loneliness is there that's all,

Fallen leaves crush as I walk, with sound of a broken soul. 

I contemplate reason of my being here and why? Things I deny,

In the noise of howling winds I can't here an answer, but I try.

By the fire wreathing it warmness, patience I assume,

I'm such an actor to silent audience of the my room.

Harsh is it not outside? The crowd not the cold,

That tears can't overcome me but the feelings get sold.

I save it and gather like drinking hot cup of tea,

But how long can it last these memories break free.

Episodes of recurring nothingness, I call them as they seem,

Follow me to the other side like demons in a scary dream.

Prayers never do, hopes take too long to complete,

Midway to my third decade, I finally accept my defeat.

Perhaps devil is onto me, that he lives far from energy,

As my strength is giving away, reluctance becomes authority.

Need a place to feed off some heat, just feel free,

In my bed when I'm thinking I become another me.

When I see rays of the sun, return to home feelings that stray. 

And that's story of the cold winter evenings, day after day.