Something about this poem reminds me of Game of Thrones. This was written somewhere in that tumultuous time during my later years in college or soon after. I can tell whenever something was written during this period, even if it isn’t dated. I felt hurt, lonely, frustrated and at times, hopeless. Life was not turning out like I imagined (at all) and it was a lot to deal with for a person in her late teens and early twenties.
It did get better. I still struggle sometimes, but I never let darkness consume me like it did then. I guess that is part of life, learning to deal with the crappy stuff and not letting it overtake you or become you.
Wintertime
Life has no joy
Only thunder clouds
And disappointments
Abound
No will to climb
When your mountains
Have crumbled
And only the dust
Remains
Les amis have fled
Or fallen
Hope has evaporated
Into the clouds
And the rain will not
Come down
Love is more of a
Stab wound
Than a bandaid
For the heart
Darkness has overcome
Now that it is
Wintertime.
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