Winter
An unique and strange Wonderland:
Where everything withers in the cold;
Where everything shivers and grow old;
Where snowflakes die painlessly on my hands;
Everywhere Christmas lights.
Everywhere smiles are bright.
Everywhere hopes are high.
Everywhere happy sighs.
Then everything is gone, is ripped away.
And I am falling deeper and deeper.
Nobody is here to help me anymore.
The sharpness of the cold, the heaviness of the snow.
Nothing is there, but the dark and silence.
Hope is lost, and the end near.
Now I wait patiently upon my death, drowning my ruby blood.
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My Own Truths
PoetryOriginal poems written by me. This includes a variety of topics.
