IN THE BLEAK MID WINTER
by Paul Curtis I'm not looking for a white Christmas For my life is already a cold place Bleak and forbidding So I have no need of snow Carpets of white everywhere Winter fills my every day My life is perpetual winter Because you have taken my warmth You were the heart of me You sent the blood coursing through me You were the sun in my sky Now my life is tundra And I am just a frozen husk To numb to exist I am a fifty something family man with a passion for writing and I draw inspiration from those around me. paul.curtis1956 @ btinternet.com http://www.dreamagic.com/poetry/poetry.html http://www.peculiar-poetry.com/ Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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