Poems I Write

Death In Winter

Down in the ditches,

I wouldn't rise,

You cut me again,

With your sharp knives,

Frozen in time with nowhere to go,

You left me again,

Everything is so cold,

Calling out for someone who isn't there,

I've lost my way,

The path is bare,

Losing the battle with nowhere to go,

I've lost all meaning and drowned in the snow,

My breath billows in the air,

I take out my knife,

I let down my hair,

It's young and ripe,

I cut it all off,

The hair I loved,

It won't tumble to my waist any more,

Dead in the Winter,

Cold at night,

My laughter is heard,

I see the light.