Dead Winter

by Maple Tree   Jan 13, 2016


Soft,

snowfall -

Blankets my thoughts.

Living outside a hell I've dwelt
within for so long,
It becomes more
and more
transparent.

To become a dweller of anguish
can destroy a soul,
especially when dead winter
whispers upon my doorstep.

I hear demons gritting their teeth
slicing my emotions so thin,
that I myself am unaware
of the madness that sows
such sorrow.

I've burrowed this decay
that shadow masks my smile,
another winter-
drowning in chains
that I placed upon
my very own wrists....

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  • 9 years ago

    by Brenda

    Beautiful, we are always fighting with ourselves, amazing what can be hidden

  • 9 years ago

    by Alvaro Palacios

    Man. that was great. thanks for letting us in.

  • 9 years ago

    by PETER EDWARDS

    This dark poem is brilliant Maple Tree!
    Such clever wording and a great descriptive imagery that paints a picture of such sorrow and sadness.
    Nice work!

  • 9 years ago

    by Cindy

    Andrea
    I love reading your verses. My favorites together. Snow and darkness. Love the imagery you have created. Brings such chilling pictures to the minds eye.
    Excellent job!
    Take care
    Cindy
    ~ hugs~

  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Andrea,

    This really does have a dark feel to it and it is written exquisitely. Your use of alliteration in this piece is marvellous - just right - not overdone and never forced.

    ".....of the madness that sows such sorrow"

    ^^^

    This just skates of the tongue beautifully.

    Well done and all the very best,
    Ben

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