Are my nerves severed..? …Bereft of feeling?
Concealed by distraction of daylight hours
Winter evenings threaten to consume…
Disjointed thoughts invade. I am alone.
Smiling, speaking, acting - I can cope, I can cope….
Fractured heart the deepest scar of love lost, an echo
A last fragment of occasional contact, a reason to be
Invisible among Long Days, and Longer Nights…
Our World is cold tonight; hearts a little colder still
Winter, winter, where are your friends?
Betrayed by spiteful frost, mislaid in deepest grey
The scornful silence arrests any sign of sorrow
Trepidation stalks the night, hidden by fitful days.
To be alone in this season is to be alone, alone…
Lonely night steals peace it freezes to deny.
No voices, no echoes, no gentle memories shared…
Thoughts resonate in the mind, muted by silence,
Solitary emptiness a dagger to the heart,
Stillness is healthy, too much silence; solitude…
Routine my best escape, routine my prison cell
Reinforces Long Days, and Longer Nights…
"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity."
-Edgar Allan Poe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem