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The truth be told, the wind blows cold and runs chills throughout my veins.
I'd like to huddle alone beneath a barron tree for a while just to hide from the pain.
But its to no avil, my lips grow pail, as I hide from the world; my shame.
I pray for the best, my heart pounding in my chest, as I softly sing out their names.
I long for no other, life itself seems to smother, and my whole world seems not to be the same.
Look there and behold, through the wind and the cold came forth something riddled with pain.
To much awe and surprise, light shown from my eyes and all at once became a flood of rain.
My attention turned quickly to it so weary and sickly and I cried in pain for my heart.
I embraced it so sweetly, let it devour me completly, then all at once came a stop to the rain.
I slowly opened my eyes, I smiled and I cried for my world would no longer be the some.
Their sweet faces warmed my heart, nearly broke it apart, and my cries of joy were to great to contain. The sun shown down brightly, the wind blew lightly, what happened then cannot be explained. But I applause because I will forever hold afar my pain.

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Heartache
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How often do you write poetry?
Daily
20%
Weekly
11%
Monthly
2%
When the mood strikes
47%
During stressful or emotional times
13%
Not that frequently
4%
I just like to read poetry
3%
Total votes: 339