ill.

Of all the times where fear has escaped us,

once was enough for my soul to take.

Tell me the reasons, the reasons for madness.

Like the night before Winter, when all is mere fragments.

In all of my wishes, I remain benign.

Complete my dreams in a web of design,

like a mirror of memories.

I am tracing the lines.

Gone is the woman I used to pretend

was strongr than anyone, even the men.

Dare you beleive me, the Winter is warm.

Away with my reasoning; I am not torn.

But the wind burns me asunder,

to cradle dire credibility.

The suspicion hanging loose on sensibility.

And.

Admist this madness that eats me alive,

I am not afraid to look it in the eye.

I see nothing staring back but my true dreams.

Once filled with happiness, now only mocking screams.

Into the night I must flee.

Across the country, away from these things.

Like a funeral march of dying leaves,

Autmun spurts and explodes upon me.

Cold is reininng in and Winter feels near.

All I have left is me,

And I am still here.

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i like this poem alot i am new so this thing is alittle weird and hard to figure out but i thinkk i got the hang of it i luved your poem kirsty lee i really liked it