Everything is dead as I peer outside. <br />The time between winter and spring is vile to the mind. <br />The loneliness builds up with the cold days and nights. <br />The wind blows the thought of happiness aside. <br />As I silently whisper the things unsaid; I cry. <br />Letting go of everything inside. <br />The moon so silent as if so scared. <br />The woods so quiet as if not there. <br />Everything freezes, yet there is no snow. <br />This pleases the dead souls. <br />For they have a dead earth to walk upon, to wander upon. <br />Love and life is envied as they watch mortals mourn. <br />This life God has so graciously given them. <br />The wind blows the cold souls away, to their graves. <br />For the dead days are dim with the joy of life<br /><br />Leilani Brodeur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silent-whispers-5/
