WINTER
Cold, bareness.
Cold, empty.
The big ball of fire that gives out warmth,
Has disappeared.
Left with the feeling that it won’t
Come back again.
The blue is dark; it’s grey
And it’s almost raining,
Trees are letting out breaths of cold air,
But with a pause between each breath.
It’s still. It’s silent. There’s no life.
It’s empty and lonely.
The means of transportations;
Have been left in their lot,
All different colors, which normally breeds movement,
But now they stand still, silent. Abandoned.
Where are the owners?
Everything is still.
Seems the place is empty, no life,
Except for a lone person walking.
Where’s the life gone?
No joyful twittering sounds or singing is heard today.
It’s silent. Still.
The year’s ready for it’s death.
Everyone, everything is asleep, tired out.
It’s silent. Lonely. And there’s a chill in the air.
No energy. Tired and cold.
I'm sitting by the window, staring,
feeling as lifeless as the cold weather,
as dead as the leaves that have fallen,
I'm sitting motionless at the window, silent and waiting for that someone or something
to bring me to life again.
The bleakness, dreariness has polluted the surroundings.
Will the warmth return?
It always has before. But the dreariness, the loneliness
Has contaminated the surroundings along with my thoughts,
And as a result, I can only see everything through bleak eyes.
Will the warmth, the light return?
I don’t know. For the dreariness, the loneliness
Has made even the future seem unclear.
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-02-06 05:42:51
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