The Coldest Season Like me

In the darkest hour of the coldest season

of this story called my life

I turned to ask a friend

But none were there for me

With the broken pieces of yesterlife

littered empty spaces across the floor

I knelt in hopes of putting back

What was forever torn

Hot to the touch and not worth a cent

And from the shadows whispers called out invitations heard

To a crashing halt came silence in still air

 

Dry now were the well of tears

All would march in the streets in the parade of fears

Disturbing truths of the walk away on display

Who leads the band

Now that karma waits his turn to play a tune

Just like me this person knows suffering

Just like me they want happiness for their life

Just like me the price will prove itself to be too high

Just like me the season will be too cold

And just like me , they will cry

Reviews

[Kathryn Star, Shine!]

I don't know who wrote this, but it says somewhere in the Consititution of America, The Persuit Of Happiness. It's all in your mind, you say you are sad, so you will be. Say you are happy, you smile and life will take it's place in your life and will turn around, you just have to wait. Your poem was poyant, and to the point. But I believe there are NO FACELESS LIVES. We just have to look to see who is hurting... KS.

[Girlfriend]

Hi Brother,

It is so hard to read this with such a firsthand understanding of where this pain comes from. I am so proud of your writing. I am so proud of you and your ability to continue to put one foot in front of the other despite all you have been going through. You are a good man and a good brother.

Love,

Your crazy sister

[Butterflymom]

This is brillant. The description and imagery are fantastic. Very intense, heartfelt, honest, and just plain awesome. I loved the first line...."in the darkest hour of the coldest season"...it set the tone and painted a picture...........

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Beautifully written and very well expressed poem. Sad to cry alone. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[J.Black]

WOW! This is fantastic.

"In the darkest hour of the coldest season

of this story called my life

I turned to ask a friend

But none were there for me"


sometimes I feel the same..

[The Tao of Bri]

an intensley wrought quilt of emotiona nd devotion people are connected to be sure!

[Spoken]

yes- we all know suffering, we all want happiness, we all cry..

we all need somebody. and that need is what stabs the heart when one turns to find no one there.

heartfelt and emotionally connected.

Dry now were the well of tears
All would march in the streets in the parade of fears

love the image here. I get a picture of all the tears marching in the street. wonderful

[.::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.]

Wow!! This is a great write!! Amazing Imagery!! Kudos!!

[nostal]

Cool.