Breathless Deception

The trees start to undress
And shed their lifeless skin,
As they spread their arms to embrace
The coldness from within.

The air turns raw and piercing
As it whips and whirls on by,
Twisting and turning with every dance
…the contortionist of the sky.

And with this thought, I ask myself, why does everything have to die?

The hue of innocence turns fatal
With it’s first heart-stopping kiss,
As blankets of white death attack
The once fruitful abyss.

The thoughts of seasons past
And present begin to all whisk by,
As I stare into the cold wasteland
Where life still yearns to try.

And with this thought, I ask myself, what is life and who am I?

The feeling of ice scorching
An endless hole within my skin,
Is the same sensation that I get
When the Devil starts to grin.

A love like ours seemed endless
Until you said good-bye,
Now the memories we once created
Are the reasons my heart does cry.

And with this thought, I ask myself, why is love always a lie?

Breathless Deception

Sara Johnson

Joined September 2009

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I find winter very beautiful. But with beauty comes pain. This poem is about how how the changing of seasons from Autumn to Winter makes a young woman ponder about death, life, and love. The reality of her world is that everything she loves always dies or leaves her…her former lover included. So although Winter may be a beautiful season, the frigid cold and breathtaking snow kills everything that once breathed, even love.

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