Below is the poem entitled Winter's Endless Night which was written by poet
Ligon. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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In the winter, when midnight's at five,
a broken clock ticks inside my head.
Cold bones ache, so I know I'm alive,
but my life-hung'ring soul is half dead.
Outside is bitten by frost and death.
The tired garden hides former needs.
Dormant plants lack color, vibe, and breath.
Resting hands enjoy a break from weeds.
Caged inside, I hide from endless night,
scrapbooking pictures of life now past,
sunning under unnatural light,
casting aside the stormy forecast.