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Spring will never come
Spring Will Never Come
By Muriel Palanca
Morning light shines through the clouds in the grayest of blue skies.
Winter wind is drowning her as her tears release in sighs.
The trees are dying just like her with every passing day.
Holding on to any hope that maybe spring will come her way.
Her flesh is turning black and blue with every gasping breath,
A raw and frigid agony that leaves her begging for her death.
She’s fragile as the fallen snow though her heart’s as hard as stone.
She’s reaching for a hand to hold though she knows she’s all alone.
Misery is company since dead ends seem to come in pairs.
And all the while, she’s wishing for a slightly lighter cross to bear.
The moon is all that’s guiding her. A fire so still, it burns at night.
The stars so pale in all their glory are such a bleak and tragic sight.
The snow falls down like hells own fury as if the lonesome angels weep.
The darkness feels like rain to her when the nightmares help her sleep.
She fought against the crushing tide of reasons why she could not stay.
She lost herself and all her faith when waves of doubt swept her away.
She builds a castle made of ice, a refuge where she’s trapped inside.
She calls it home forever more, eclipsed with walls where she can hide.
Solitary in her prison of beauty twisted with despair,
A wasteland of her innocence as her soul is buried there.
She saw her fate with lying eyes that longed to taste the sweetest sorrow,
Of never waking to the dawn of another cold tomorrow.
If only love could bring her mercy and warm her broken heart, so numb.
Then winter’s frost would fade away, but she knows spring will never come.
