Winter

The nights he roamed

In the streets he carved

It was all too well

But the warmth is afar

As the signs had turned

In the glistening stars

But the cold never leaves

From people's hearts

Cause times were different

And the sun shone bright

But the world traps souls

And leave no scars

He reminisced upon

The "good old days"

As he latched on his cardigan

While his life's ablaze

And ash is in the air

Smoke on the ground

Writing his piece

On the bottle unfound

Cause the night was endless

And dawn is a fantasy

As his vision starts to fade

And he hears no sound

With his portrait carved

And his abode underground

He thought of no one

Who hadn't turned around

And winter is here

To take him away

And even if he knew

He would like what's now

No snakes in the grass

No broken hearts to mend

Whispers cast on the shadow unseen

All he knew was true

Was all that's left.

By: Arman Yusuf