Monday, November 17, 2014

The Flurries

Today was a pile of disappointments,
A mountain of mistakes and misunderstandings.
The clouds trapped the sun for infinite hours
And the stars hid behind the unforgiving fog
That silently seeped behind my eyes.
Waves of silence washed over me
In the midst of loud and cheering voices. 
Gulps of frozen air sent a shiver through my spine
As the wind whipped my battered countenance.
The last browned leaves ripped free from their branches
So too did I tear away from the last drip of confidence I owned.
A climate marked by countless frigid flurries
Brought the end to my desire

And the beginning of my solitude.

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