Saturday, 15 April 2017

Winter kills by Grant Harbison

She tosses and turns in her bed
So many thoughts inside her head
Keeping her awake
Winter brings that familiar ache
Of times gone by
Fighting the urge to cry
She takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh
Listening to the wind as it drives the rain
She stares at the droplets running down the window pane
It’s the empty season
Where melancholy needs no reason
And when the latter years are devoid of frills
And lonely has replaced desire and thrills
The prescription for life has the bitterest of pills
So easily and so callously
Winter kills

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