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Winter Wail
Contributed by
Natkingcole
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Thursday, 26th May 2011 @ 11:49:36 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Too long have I spent in the clutches of winters,
Where the snow falls cold and callous in splinters.
'Tis a terrible thing being hell bent on destruction,
My wish to be free is an immortal obstruction!
The cold I live in is frozen misery,
The ice I dwell in forever imprisons me.
No spit of sunlight, no pelt of rain,
Just my sanity circling a never ending drain!
How I got here I cannot remember,
My memory fades like a dying ember....
Others inhabit but they are fine,
For their world is brighter than that of mine!
I realise now I shall never be free,
Those people don't heed me, they cannot see.
I'll never know humor, I'm a thing of rumor,
The thing that spoils me grows like a tumor!
My sight is useless, my hands are frail,
My mind is too old to recall a tale.
I am young heart, that much I know,
Yet my heart stopped beating a long time ago!
Too long have I spent in the clutches of winters,
And my youth has left me, time is off kilter.
I live alone, in this land of hinter,
Too long have I spent in the clutches of winters!
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Natkingcole
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2011-05-26 11:49:36]
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Re: Winter Wail
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by xHeathenx on
Friday, 27th May 2011 @ 04:40:13 AM AEST
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| ooooooh I like this. Nice flow, Nice rhyming, Nice choice of words, very well done. It almost feels more humorous than it does depressing, which may be my optimist personality. In fact I can almost read it as sarcasm, or metaphoric. One is just exposed to bad day after bad day, and everyone else seems to be in a blissful mood, and then the narrator just kind of complains in a way that you can't help but smile, kind of like a girlfriend who loves to complain about the little things more than need be. |
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Re: Winter Wail
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by poeticjestix on
Friday, 27th May 2011 @ 09:32:58 AM AEST
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Apart from expecting the last line to be "what am I", I liked this
humour rumour tumor, bet you were dying to get that in!
Forgive the odd spelling difference. I'm English |
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