From lust to frost,romance to regret,from fall to winter.Our passions have wintered.Yielding to loneliness -this season of surrender!Shared wintry breaths chilled our spirits.Our fleeting emotions wintering our love.Our passing trusts, now only wintery words.This crestfallen experience with you!We wilted,...
I am a prisoner behind my eyes.Oh! There is no gatekeeper!I am trapped forever by psychosis.And there is no quality of life here within.My mind is a padded prison cellwhere restrained, I throw myself into the walls.I scream for...
There is no escape, sometimes I’m grateful for the walls because if they weren’t there then there would be nothing to bang my head against. The only thing here to grasp onto is pain. Your poem really captures this hopelessness, maybe there is no reply but there are ears out there waiting.
This makes one think of the fall and how things seem to be dying but spring comes and something new can bloom Nice