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Array ( [sid] => 166407 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Winter Wail [time] => 2011-05-26 11:49:36 [hometext] => [bodytext] => 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! [comments] => 2 [counter] => 204 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Natkingcole [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
Winter Wail

Contributed by Natkingcole on Thursday, 26th May 2011 @ 11:49:36 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



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!




Copyright © Natkingcole ... [ 2011-05-26 11:49:36]
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Re: Winter Wail (User Rating: 1 )
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.


Re: Winter Wail (User Rating: 1 )
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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