Day after day
The cold bitter wind blows
Icicles hang from my eyes
Not of water but of tears
That escaped during the night
Long, scary poems
Written in blood
They make me wonder
Will I ever see the sun?
The blackest gray
The ever-color of the winter sky
Dreary, and dead
The only I warmth I get from inside
My sister, my friends
So many hands to hold
Just one person, though
Multiplied many times
And one by one
Non-existent they become
I wonder, I think
Where is my sun shining?
For I cannot move on
I must realize there is one
That is just hidden
Beneath dark clouds
That I may make fade
And then my sun will shine brightly
Day after day
The cold bitter wind blows
Icicles hang from my eyes
Not of water but of tears
That escaped during the night
Long, scary poems
Written in blood
They make me wonder
Will I ever see the sun?
The blackest gray
The ever-color of the winter sky
Dreary, and dead
The only I warmth I get from inside
My sister, my friends
So many hands to hold
Just one person, though
Multiplied many times
And one by one
Non-existent they become
I wonder, I think
Where is my sun shining?
For I cannot move on
I must realize there is one
That is just hidden
Beneath dark clouds
That I may make fade
And then my sun will shine brightly
Day after day
