Winter

Dead leaves blow down deserted streets, my orphaned dreams get caught in the gales of sorrow. I sit here staring at the bottle, and wonder if this pain can be swallowed. Numb to the plastic sympathy of the promise breakers, who call me friend, while turning away. I question my sanity and the existence of happiness, A concept I can't embrace. The chill wind blows across my soul, and I burn another dream to try and stay warm. winter comes and no-one can stop it, And my heart stands frozen... waiting for spring...