This is a poem of misery and sorrow. One that many of us can relate to or at least understand. It is a poem of loss.
The Cold Winds of Winter
The Winter winds blow cold on my face
Icicles on the ends of my hair
Under skies of industrial gray
Smells of pollution filling the air
Alone with my thoughts on this dark day
Thoughts of obsession filling my mind
The snow like daggers against my face
I thought he loved me, was I so blind?
Drunk in my hatered, I curse the sun
For not having the courage to shine
Leaving me in this world of sorrow
To drink by myself loves bitter wine
Betrayal like a knife through the heart
Emotions crippling my reason
Discarded like a pair of worn shoes
Just like the changing of the seasons
If I could hurt him like he hurt me
I would love to see his reaction
If he saw me with another man
That would bring me great satisfaction
I want to love and to live again
I want to hear words lovers share
I want to feel just like a woman
I want a lover who really cares
Instead, I live in desolation
The pavement a shoulder for my tears
How I wish I could be somewhere else
So many miles away from here
The trees like hands with bony fingers
Making accusations to the sky
Locked in my prison of misery
Slowly waiting for my turn to die