Winter

The lights on the trees reflect the ones in your eyes

as I stare up at you adoringly.

 

What is it about a piercing gaze that captivates us mind and body?

Our soul is still ours, but only for a short time.

 

Until you take that too,

put it on your shelf where you keep your useless collections.

 

Things you've stolen from innocent people

Things you've taken from the needy, the desolate souls, the ones with nothing left.

 

This is a time for giving, and rebirth.

But you don't know anything about that do you?

 

Selfish and snarky.

You know what you are, and you know who you are, and you know what you've done.

 

 

But I still don't understand.

 

Reviews

[Kloud_Nine]

if I could sum this poem in one word - I'd have to say: "COLD". I don't know if that's the intended picture you paint here but I sort of got that feeling, particularlly closer to the end. Here's this person you love and adore, they are beautiful in your eyes, but under the skin you know that they are cold. good one.