House of Winter

House of Winter

Here I sit
in the house of Winter
feeling like an intruder
a watcher
of the passing of life
a bystander
witness of grief
as life ebbs away

Here I walk down
the corridor
in the House of Winter
ominous quiet
as hearts are breaking
in each room

as close friends
and long lost family
make an appearance
giving a sendoff
as their fragile loved
one sails
to the land where
dreams never end

It's Springtime
but in this House of Winter
there will be no blossoming
as the Winter guests enter
their final rest

Reviews

[SonOfPlunder]

Stark imagery, this really appealed to me. You have a way with using the exact words, creating the perfer imagery to compliment this piece. Nicely done

[jane7z]

Thank you! It's great to get feedback and have someone read my writing. Hospices are stark places where all is stripped away.