The Devil's Script

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Winter's Despair

No sunshine, flowers
or warm spring air,
the season of winter
whispers of despair.

Holding the memories
of yesterday, I ask
what of tomorrow
will happiness play?

The window is open
and the wind blows here,
awakening the soul
without so much a care.

The darkness lingers,
the tears fall and
nothing matters, no
nothing at all.

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Placing the characters all around,
some are very close and others
are yet to be found.

 Some speak of lust and a few chart
the hills with love and I can't stop
the darkness that surrounds.

In the distance I see him as he walks
away from me , further and further
away, as if it was a dream.

I shiver from the emptiness, , the
loneliness inside as I wipe the
tears that flow from my eyes.

So many questions and the
answers but a few, as if the
sky no longer seems blue.

My heart no longer feels,
my soul turns the page
of the Devil's script
that turned my skies gray.

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