Suffering
Something deep inside has died.
The dark of winter closes ‘round.
My heart, once blissful now is wistful
Depths of sorrow have me drowned.
The years alone have seen me grown
from soul of hope to heart that's broken
The dying ember of November
Has become a fitting token
The bitter night has clenched me tight
I stare into the forlorn wind
And autumn gale leaves me pale
The storms of winter rip and rend
I struggle death and gasp for breath
Choking on the words you brought
Your gentle word was poison heard
The careless phrase, "I love you not."
- Debra
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