The Day Winter Came
THE DAY WINTER CAME
I was an angry stranger to such
Outpouring of praise,
Numb from burning agony within,
We sat in a semicircle before the screen,
Me, purposefully not in eye
Contact with another human being,
Vaguely dreaming a crowded darkness
That had suddenly taken over the senses,
Could not honour a life when death
Had snatched away a loving presence,
Seemingly constant.
A dull rage held me fast,
Poisoning each breath I took.
I was consumed in secret
By my own grief,
Having no desire to share the pain.
I had nowhere to go,
Unable to leave a state of indecision,
Now the memory returns
Like an overwhelming flood,
As the very day of cruel knowledge
Is followed by further celebration
Of the same life, lived long in
The public spotlight.
Sometime soon, the flame
Will gradually be extinguished,
But I will always remember
The day winter came.
Copyright © Bill Drayton | Year Posted 2022
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