Forsaken lands filled with a forgotten wish,
Icy artic breath, like winter’s cruel kiss.
Lost, absorbed in curtains of white,
Empty, cold, no one in site.
I walk all alone longing for spring,
Yearning for the warmth and freedom it brings.
Yet here I remain, wandering in these skies,
Left all alone with winter’s harsh eyes.
They see right through me, I’ve no where to hide,
So trapped inside I am forced to reside,
Still longing for spring’s gentle caress,
To release all the tension, dispose of the stress.
But the blizzard returns, destroying the peace.
Oh, when will this winter finally cease?
