My Eternal Winter
A mirror doesnt always reflect what we see.
The scars of mistakes invisable to all.
None may understand but me.
The sound of the of regrets whisper low and soft
into my ear.
A constant reminder your no longer here.
A closet filled with his sent ii cannot release.
As he did part from this life.
There is no such thing as rest and peace.
Green were the fields when spring knew
love.
Empty and are the nights.
Cloudy and gray as the sky above.
Standing alone is that old tree.
Eternal is my winter.
For nothing is left inside of me.
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