Burnt by Winter

Burnt by Winter

A Poem by Abel Garcia

Where is this place,

It is stuck in a permanent winter,

The snow never moves,

Always frozen in the same position,

As if time has stopped before me,

It is always alone,

 

Nobody greets me,

As I sit alone,

Watching the wandering souls,

I seem to be accompanied,

Yet the souls don't exist,

They aren't real,

 

They are but memories,

Burn into my mind,

Never to return, I am so cold,

No warmth is here for me,

Not in my mind, nor soul,

It is so tiring,

 

For every day,

I wake alone after a dreamless sleep,

Look to my left,

And see the empty spot,

Remembering what could've been,

I ended myself,

 

Cursed forever to be burnt by the memories,

In this 'Winter Wonderland'.

© 2010 Abel Garcia


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Abel Garcia
Abel Garcia

Round Rock, TX



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I am a Poet and Short Story writer from Austin, Tx. My writing is either A) Dedicated to somebody, and based upon a topic THEY will know. or B) The sad truths behind the world we live in, through my o.. more..

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