Endless Winter Poem by jennifer killian

The trees are bare now
only a few stubborn leaves hang on
There is no color, the sky has betrayed me
The wind is cold, a lonely, sad wind
that sorrowfully whispers fairy tales of warmth

The promise of spring is not coming this time
(did it ever really come?)
The winter birds aren't chirping
The happy little squirrels are gone (where are they, anyway?)

Stillness and silence enfold me
cruel lies told over and over again bind me, choke me
I cant' breath
My light is leaving me
(I am doubting that it was ever really there to begin with...)

I stupidly wish that I could reach out and hold onto something,
anything
But I try, and pathetically I open my clenched fist to find
nothing