Winter Wasteland

by Staind Soul   Feb 19, 2006


My solitude has now become a winter wasteland,
My soul as cold as the snow that cloaks the ground,
Counting my hours by the grains of sand,
I watch the flakes land without a sound,

The sorrow of this storm keeps me here confined,
Its pain does nothing but drown me in time,
This barrier of walls and darkness has caused me to go blind,
I've lost sense of everything in this place where the sun don't shine,

What have I done to be put in this self-created hell,
What forces me to contend with the demon in my head,
Lost all senses but the distant ring of a rusted church bell,
Have I lost my mind with all the lies that I've been fed?

Now you see what you have caused me to put myself through,
The madness I have been forced to seclude to,
Even if you wanted to help now there is nothing more you can do,
I've been lost for to long in this icy tomb.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Not Bulletproof

    Awww, doll. This is a really saddening, perfect poem. Just the fact that it's that season and I know people, including myself, who can relate to this. It just fills me with saddness knowing there's not much I can do for people, and that after so many years, I still don't know how to pull people from their pain. You did a good job identifying feelings and thoughts. You are amazing, Chris, and you should continue to write, please. £>. Take care, feel better.

    Much love,
    Mortie.x.

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