Writing

A Poem – Week Fifteen

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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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