The winters that betrayed me

’Ive always longed for the frost-kissed chill of winter,

For the way the cold wind carried peace to my restless soul.

Winters were my solace—foggy whispers, moonlit hush—

A season where my thoughts could dance, weightless and free.

But this winter was different.

It came with shadows, obsessions I never invited.

The wind, once a gentle lullaby, now howls with grief,

And the fog no longer cradles me—it suffocates.

 I once could feel the warmth in cold.

My  hands now numb and stiff like some old forgotten echo.

Mist that dawns softly upon my skin,

Feeling removed, lost as the memories are blown within.

My winter has been this season's delight. Winter, who had me believe.

Lingers on, the thoughts which cannot leave

Heavy and unwanted like some cloud reluctant to flee

The moon also, in a state of glow.

Or are the eyes? And not the moon at all. End

The icy grip of winter has frozen my core,

Left my clarity buried deep in hibernation.

And I wonder, will spring thaw this silence?

Or will I remain lost in the cold nights