Winter PoemWeather doesn't bother,Winter Poem by HellionScythe
It never has,
All that was important was the scenery this
Ground shines like shattered diamonds,
Soft to touch but burns when
Held too long.
Trees stand naked against the horizon,
But holds its pride by
Standing tall. But some evergreens
Hold onto its clothes
Sky speckled with tiny
White spots that guides the spirits
To their sanctuary
As northern lights reveal a secret road
To all heavens above
Air stings like iced sharp knives
In the lungs,
Wanting to chill to the very core
Of the bones.
And the tongue can taste the chill
Moisture that still hangs in air
Troubled?They laugh.Troubled? by HellionScythe
They have life troubles too, but then who doesn't?
But they deal with it better.
They have tools at hand that keeps them distracted.
Is this where my jealousy comes from?
They include me in their games.
They laugh with me on jokes.
We all smile with care at one another.
But why do I have the need to paint myself red?