Winter in the Heart-Land

No one warms my heart.

Nothing warms my soul.

I grow cold and more bitter daily.

The wicked wind rages from within.

It whirls and swirls with a mad vengence.

My skin is chilled.

My thoughts, icy.

Mother nature has nothing on me.

My winter storm rages on while her fickle seasons change.

Summer is but a faint memory.

Warmth cannot be found.

I walk through the icy waters of memories.

I stumble in the dark, looking for a way out.

I am numb, but the ache is deep.

Torrential rains run down my face.

No one notices the whipping wind....

The frozen expression.

The grey skies that are my prison.

No one hears my heart cry out for mercy.

For justice.

No one hears me at all.

I walk alone.

I live alone.

I weather my own storm alone.

I survive to exist....alone.