Winter Still Comes

She lives in a world so barren, so deserted by man that the sun no longer rises, animals no longer frolic, music no longer sings, and joy no longer bothers to appear. Her appearance is one marked by sorrow, tear stained cheeks, blood shot eyes, hoarse whisper. Yet despite all the sorrow, despite all the misery, the ill silence of winter still comes.

Reviews

[theking]

Wow! The imagery was fantastic. I felt like the emotions imbedded in the poem were really being properly projected by how you wrote this.

If I am not understanding this writing incorrectly, the symbolism you portrayed here was great. This is a great thing to publish as your first work! I'm looking forward to seeing more from you!

[Jonathon Wood]

Thank you so much. I hope I can continue to impress.

[Sami Khalil]

A good read and write...:)

[Jonathon Wood]

Thank you.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[Samantha Tamburello]

wow, I really enjoy your choice of words in this. Saying the right thing is always dependent on using the right words, and you definitely did that!! n

[Jonathon Wood]

Thank you.

[melodioh]

This could be great if it were developed beyond an idea.
Hope you will consider.

[Jonathon Wood]

Thanks for the advice. I'll take that into consideration.