Eternal Spring
In winter's shivers, frozen and numb,
Once a bird of freedom, broken have become
My wings, once strong, unable to rise,
A heart that soared, now laden with sighs.
The sunlight's warmth fails to reach,
This frozen heart, this desolate breach
Each frosty morn, a relentless sting,
My shattered dreams, a broken wing.
Alone I dwell in relentless cold,
My song, a dirge, bleak and old.
Through despair's veil, anger swells,
In icy chains, my rage compels.
My spirit tormented, ceaseless yearning,
For that elusive spring's returning.
Hope, a treacherous flicker, struggles to cling,
To the promise of an eternal spring.
A frozen heart, a bird of despair,
Trapped in winter's relentless glare.
Seeking solace, a fiery ring,
To thaw this heart, to mend this wing.
Yet, in this freeze, a relentless fight,
For warmth, for the return of light.
In solitude's grasp, I ponder and sing,
Dreaming of thaw, the eternal spring.
Maxwell O’Reilly
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