The Breakup

The winter started
much like most other winters.
With a cold, relentless wind.

It stripped away all that was green.

All that was good, everything. 

In its wake a baron shell
of what was once, beautiful.

Now scattered in all directions,
lies the lifeless rotting remnant
of the once proud summer coat.

The winter wind is fast, brutal.
It gives no mercy to the weak.
It has a single mission, death.
It will complete it at any cost.

So was the winter, of your discontent.
In a single season of ice and anger,
all the summer dreams were cast away.

Broken heart leafs, never to be reunited.

Still the arctic wind blows.
Searching for reasons in empty rooms.

Howling, longing for your return
That summer, I almost can't remember,

 but still never will forget.

Reviews

[Mr.Cardigan]

a beautiful read. I agree that this perfectly describes most break ups

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. A splendid read and write...:)...............
"Still the arctic wind blows.
Searching for reasons in empty rooms.
Howling, longing for your return
That summer, I almost can't remember,
but still never will forget."

[Patrick O'Neil]

Thank you so much.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)............................

[Ashley Armstrong]

Those last lines stay with you.That summer, I almost can't remember, but still never will forget. Beautiful

[Patrick O'Neil]

Thank you.

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

I like how you wrote this, the imagery is very good and it flows nicely. I think this is a nice way to describe a breakup. You did a good job introducing the poem, it drew me in right away.

Good Job

[Patrick O'Neil]

Thank you so much.

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

^^ you're welcome