The Winter of my Soul

Poem – The Winter of my Soul

Poem – The Winter of My Soul

The Winter of my soul is here.

My heart is frosted o’er with fear

Of regrets regarding yesteryear.

If the pains were only less.

I close my eyes to wish away

Some thoughts that scream to stay and stay

And possess my life, and confuse my days.

If only there was gentleness.

Pain jumps up to lunge at me.

An ignorant fool too blind to see

Some passions bound will others free

My spirit in its wilderness.

Hope obscured and betrayed by grief

Once was trust, gave no relief.

My ship at sea has rammed the reef

Of despair in all its singleness.

The lights turn dark and reason lies

As ideals fail and slowly die.

Tears rise up and I cry out why.

The lonely injured weep alone.

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