My Winter

If it is icy tears that fall
Could it be that winter does call?
If frozen blood pearls gather in my hand
Will winter's cruelty I understand?
If it is a frosted blade in my heart
Could it be in winter that I'll depart?
If my eyes are too dead to see
Is it winter's reality that must be?
I see nothing beyond winter's garden gate
Just a field blackened by a life time of hate
The dried weeds are twisted and deformed
Never alive - An illusion of being born
I hear the death rattle in winter wind's grasp
I hear the cruel seeking ebony vulture's laugh
Icy flakes fall - Slash like razor blades
Bleeding - Beyond the scars my sight fades
Winter has stolen my heart from me
In winter's cemetery is where I must be
They say the grave is too cold for a final place to rest
Yet I think death in winter is for the best

Reviews

[Eric Cox]

This is hauntingly chilling! I love the references to Winter. Awesome job on the imagery, creativeness and rhyming. Very cool pen on this poem.

[Black Cat Fever]

Hauntingly achingly beautiful. Such beauty in this pain.

[Sean M. Addams]

very cool piece ... loved the imagery in this alot... you had alot of great lines in this ..fav ones ...Icy flakes fall - Slash like razor blades
Bleeding - Beyond the scars my sight fades...... awesome !!! great job on this one ...

[Ladysue]

some really good imagery in this piece...this line is perfect...it gives such a howling haunting feeling...

I hear the death rattle in winter wind's grasp

Wonderful work...

[Star Wolf]

Great imagery and descriptions. This is very icy, cold and hauntingly beautiful in a tragic sort of way.

[Crusaderscross]

We could have put our poems together to make this one. Really loved this one. You write in a way that the subject is always in a greyish area, never quite belongning somewhere. My take anyway. Liked it