Published in the book of "Jordan Poetry : The Departure"
Waiting for the winter … a reason for me to feel that cold
Waiting I am … for tears washing drops of rain
Waiting I am… for a cold breeze for physical pain
Waiting for the winter … waiting for words that are still untold
Waiting I used to be and wait I will till the last breath I hold
Waiting I am … alone once again
Waiting I am … for a cigarette under the rain
Waiting for the winter … for a silence walk in an empty road
And came October and winter is still late
I miss those clouds hiding sky and sunshine
Why am I waiting how long can I wait
Still it is October the month of mourn and hate
I miss standing outdoors when rain falls in my wine
I lost the hope of summer and my believe of fate
hmm, i reallly like this, i mean winter is the best time if year for me, i just love the snow and stuf, but yeah the meaning for winter is fairly shown and i know i can relate
Really good work here :)
I love the changing of seasons but as it gets closer to December it becomes a sad and dark place it seems. You captured it well in this piece. Great write!
I have to disagree. I believe October is more morbid then sad. That's just me though. I was born in October so I'm bias.
Nevertheless this is a good poem.