When the grey clouds lies about being blue
The clock steals time from my life in lieu
Standing naked in the cold to defy
Sees the icy wind to blow colder try
I am in limbo as I wain toward the east
The emptiness tries to convince me least
The trees wind song ringing in my ears
About how I've loved and lost over the years
The days get shorter and shorter still
My weakness is battling with my inner will
Ghosts walk within my dreams of death
Knowing that they wait to freeze my last breath
Inside a beating heart holds me warm inside
I thought my ability to love had died
I sleep in uncertain demise in hidden dreams
Not to be today it seems..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem