Empty Winter
It's almost winter time.
A time that I like.
When you go outside.
There's no one in sight.
The bitter wind is cold.
There's a clearness to the air.
The sky is all grey;
No sunlight anywhere.
When you stand outside.
You feel all alone.
The coldness seeps in.
You're chilled to the bone.
I always like this time.
It's exactly how I feel.
It seems like time has stopped
And the emptiness is real.
©2009 ~FR34K0N4L345H33
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