Poetry - Winter

Winter

Darkness. Why? 

Nothing, I see emptiness. 

The cold, left over from the love we shared. 

My skin is ice, my muscles rigid, 

Stuttering breaths fuel my grating insides.

That love, we still share it, 

We guard it against our present. 

Lonesome are we that dance in the shadow of the moon, 

Twirling our sticks to the cruel beat of time.

Warmth upsets me,
Encroaches my solemnity.

Each day brings about fresh fear,
I am glad for the dark winter.