Oh! the chilly broodings of my heart,
feelings of detachment..
running through my veins like the invading numbness,
so cold..
Four walls protect me;
walls of my room,
warmth of my fire place,
walls of my own feelings;
I like the walls to have no doors,
no windows to the world,
lock them tight,
keep them shut,
shut my heart too.
Yet,
little bits of green,
trying not to be outpowered by the clutches of chillness,
waiting for a melt down..
The sun to rise over me,
the warmth of feelings to come back to me,
to open my doors,
unlock the windows,
and to see them as myown,
feel them as I feel..
Winter is a thought,
thought is my 'heart',
through the heart to me,
to the winter of my being...
