October 12, 2024

Frozen Nightmare

Frozen Nightmare

Where’s my summer? Where’s my spring?
Where’s the warm sunshine would bring?
I’m caught by winter's icy bite.
I’m lost inside it’s dead of night.
A season stuck where snowflakes cling
with blizzard’s windy wicked sting.
No seasons come. No seasons go.
No mountains high, just valley’s low.
A season stuck where seeds don’t bloom
where darkness grips with gloves of doom.
Where winter whips wounds that won’t mend
my gauntlet’s run, it has no end.
A time to mourn, a time to weep.
When will my gladness get to reap?
When will I have my victory dance?
When will my laughter have a chance?
A season stuck in suffering,
where torment has no buffering.
Where did my change of seasons hide?
When did God’s grace and hell collide?
When will my heavy heart not grieve?
Where is the hope I can believe?
When will my shattered soul find peace?
When will my frozen nightmare cease?

*This is one of my favorite poems available in my newly released poetry collection Deep Calling Deep.*

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