Winter

Despair floods around me and fills up every pore.
You nameless ones who know me not, your hurtful words I so abhor.
I spurn myself for caring so but cannot turn away,
and so I mourn and mope and cry without the strength to say,
“Your vicious words are so unjust, you make my world so grey”
If you knew my heart and soul… oh the shame you’d feel;
To know the distance from your words to what is truly real.

T
© 2009