I'm so cold.
My soul is empty. The bold trees show the bleakness in my heart, the all-consuming loneliness in the wide landscapes.
The snow is like a blanket that covers all the pain. All the feelings.
They tell me to feel. What is feeling? They can't describe it to me, they tell me I have to experience it myself. How?
Nobody understands me. They can feel, but they can't feel me.
You think I'm pretty? All the snow, the nature, the power? Come in, look closer. I'll let you in my heart. Freeze your soul to death.
When I come, they say, everyone hides. It's too cold and too dangerous.
What is worse: Freezing your heart or freezing your body?
I'm so cold.
YOU ARE READING
expressing the four seasons
PoetryWhat do you feel? What do you hear? Open your eyes and live. Breath in the air of the different seasons. Secrets covered under sun, fog and rain. Ancient stories that were forgotten. Feelings that fade away. What do you expect from the seasons?
