Frost

When winter ends and spring begins

I wait for summer to spread its wings.

When summer's birds take off to fly

I wait for autumn's lullaby.

When autumn's leaves begin to fall

I long for winter's lonely call,

for raw and frozen solitude,

for rough and broken attitude

to freeze the pain I have inside,

to find a place for me to hide.

So when springs first sun shows off its light,

Frost melts to miss those painless winter's nights.

Reviews

[Ghania]

Very Well-written.
"Frost melts to miss those painless winter's nights."
Loved reading it.

[Darasi]

Really nice poem... Short, and the darkness is subtle, and good aswell :) ..

[C.S.John]

Thank you for the feedback, I appreciate it :)