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.