Echoes of Sorrow: A Collection of Poignant Poetry

part 7: the moon and stars

~sky full of stars-coldplay~

In the bitter cold of winter's embrace,
My hands betray me, with audacious grace.
They shiver and tremble, yearning for warmth,
Yet no one's there to shield them from the storm.

Oh, the audacity of these icy hands,
To seek solace in the touch of another's land.
But alas, I stand alone in this frozen night,
No one to hold them, to make them feel right.

And as tears well up, ready to flow,
The audacity of my eyes begins to show.
They cascade down, tracing lines on my face,
With no one to wipe them, they gather their pace.

Oh, the audacity of these streaming tears,
To fall freely, carrying my fears.
But they say, eyes are lovelier when they weep,
A twisted notion, in sorrow's keep.

For if I relinquished the pursuit of beauty's guise,
Would I still know how to truly be alive?
Is pain the essence, the price we must pay?
A never-ending cycle, from day to day.