Winter Winds
Staring out the window that is my life
Black and white and gray
Droplets of rain slide down, down
Then they vanish, without purpose
Winter winds cut straight to the bone
Rattling dead branches
Nothing left to feel, nothing alive
A life devoid of color
Snowflakes blend into my pale skin
I reach my frail finger out to touch them
But they are just out of reach
Avoiding me, just like
Everyone else.
Copyright © Kayla Street | Year Posted 2016
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