Winter Past

1. I sit here alone, My thoughts roam free, The chill air my frozen throne, My desire robs me. Once upon a time, Long ago to be sure, She was mine, She was my cure. Everything I chase today, Everywhere I go now, A way to make her stay, Never knowing just quite how. I miss what she did to me, Although to be true, I never felt free, She was all I knew. 2. The wind against the wall, Draws my attention toward, My approaching fall, Cold and sharp onto my sword. I try every day to explain, To make someone understand, This encroaching pain, My heart’s bitter demand. No one is able to hear, They cannot know, Perhaps they fear, The place I must go. Questioned in my youth, Ridiculed my vision, Misunderstood a simple truth, I used to be elysian. 3. Where can we go, What can we do, Who will ever know, How can it be true? I used to write, Beautiful and poignant words, Long into the night, Meaningful and eloquent words. Words that rang, Of a brighter future, Songs which sang, With a rising overture. All of that now wrong, A cold chill remains, A winter far too long, Leaving only bloody stains. 4. My fingers ache, The cold has caused this, My hands shake, From pain of what I miss. So long in my past, A fading memory from long ago, A life lived too fast, Some simple truth I used to know. Here I sit as the world passes by, My peers advise and exclaim, Jealous of my rise so high, Seeing only my fortune and fame. The cold cuts through and through, The wind blows uncaring, The world continues it is true, Oblivious of how I am faring. 5. Is it easier to miss the past, With the struggles overcome, Is it easier to regret the past, With all the things I have done? I often wonder out loud, Who can see with my eyes, I often question if I am proud, Of the truths I have sold as lies. So here I sit once again, A million miles away, As the thoughts move my pen, I have very little to say. Nothing to make you see, Nothing to help you know, Nothing to understand me, It is for the best if I go…