Spring Is Never Far Off
Listen as the wind whispers
secrets of my lost past.
It howls at my melancholy miseries,
shrieks at my heinous sins,
warning me of a fatal future
that is sure to be my looming last.
My destiny lies in my hands
as I linger in indecision
with your shadow in my heart.
For I cannot stop loving you
I cannot live a normal life
I hunger for food of love,
Only I can find none.
Whither shall I go?
The future is dark and uninviting.
My past is filled with fear,
my present is full of sorrow.
I think of you and my starved heartbeats
in dangerous arterial fibrillation.
I close my eyes in anguished hope
but cannot calm my tattered nerves
as the wind continues with its howls
for winter is sure to extend its days
although I believe and sincerely hope
that sublime spring is coming soon.
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