winter tree
it's cold
inside me, it's cold
minus zero or even more
shivers run up and down through me
I tremble
I shed my own skin
it's always winter, with or without snow
always holding on by a thread
all the leaves have fallen
i'm holding on by a thread
naked
exposed
i'm not much more
all the leaves are in the ground
i'm on the ground
watching how i'm still falling
even though there's no more room to fall
moving with the wind
I don't have any control
there are four seasons
i'm always in winter
all these lights?
it's still dark inside
christmas around the corner
it doesn't feel any warmer
hope is holding on strongly
waiting for the old me
waiting for summer
to get rid of the cold
waiting to know
if i'll ever grow?
22/11/17
