The blowing breeze
Scooping ground with ease
Plopping piles of white
During a Winter night.
The bodies left to decay
Until found in May.
A harsh cruel line of work,
Where in shadows, one must lurk.
Not an emotion left to give,
As one cannot live
Loves ones, who seem to care
Always play unfair.
The winter is no exception.
Though owned with much deception.
Believed to be holly with joy,
Until one becomes the broken toy.
Look out for the harsh to come
As the bodies become numb,
Watch out for the one who strikes like a splinter,
Watch out, for General Winter.
- Calina
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Poems of Feelings
PoetryThese are poems made by me, Calina, and I really hope you enjoy them! Thank you for taking the time to read them! I hope you enjoy! (Warning: Some Poems will consist of content, like Suicide, I will warn you before you read the poem in order to avo...
