A Decade of Winter

We lost all hope
in a decade of winter.

Meager fires burned
on sparse splinters.

The last of the oak
is in the flame.

Palms bleed.

We know this Splinters’-pain

will take a decade
to heal.

Splinters pulled.

Scars made

in the cold of Winter…

Hope’s Cold Grave.


©️ CGT, 2018.

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