The Winter Wanderer l
In the vast expanse of winter’s grip,
Where the world is hushed in icy slip,
A lone traveler treads with heavy heart,
Wandering paths that drift apart.
Snowflakes swirl in a ghostly dance,
Masking the ground, blurring each chance.
With every step, the cold winds moan,
Whispering secrets of the unknown.
His footprints fade as quickly as made,
Erased by time, by nature’s parade.
Direction lost in the blinding white,
He stumbles on through endless night.
The stars above offer no guide,
Hidden behind a cloudy tide.
No moon to light his weary way,
Just shadows cast in shades of gray.
He clutches his coat against the chill,
But it cannot warm the void to fill.
For deep inside, a frostbite grows,
A mirror of the outer snows.
Memories haunt each frozen breath,
Of warmth and love, now met with death.
Faces and voices, once clear and bright,
Now fade like echoes in the night.
He questions each step, each choice he’s made,
The roads not taken, the debts unpaid.
Lost in a landscape vast and bare,
He wonders if he’s getting anywhere.
In this wilderness of ice and fear,
Where every sound is sharp and clear,
He yearns for a sign, a light, a call,
Something to break the endless thrall.
Yet silence reigns, the world is still,
No answers come, no warmth to fill.
He trudges on, through night and snow,
A traveler with no place to go.
For in this endless, frozen land,
He seeks a grip, a guiding hand.
But finds instead the echoing void,
A stark reflection of dreams destroyed.
So on he moves, though lost, alone,
A traveler in the snow, unknown.
His journey marked by doubt and dread,
In search of paths he might have tread.
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365: From Me, To You
Poetry"365: From Me, To You" is a journey through the intertwined sorrows and joys of love. Each poem is a daily testament of devotion, capturing the bittersweet essence of longing, reunion, and the passage of time.
