:v_voltaire takes the stage: It took a total revamping of the first version of this poem to get it the way I wanted, but I absolutely adore the end result. I loved my Autumn's Sonnet so much that I decided to continue the tradition. Perhaps there will be another one coming in Spring, and then one in the Summer. This might replace number three as my most sad. :v_voltaire leaves the stage in a gust of snowflakes:
The snowflake rises, falls, and dashes
Swoops away, then brushes near,
Catches on my dark eyelashes,
Melts in imitation of a tear.
The wind is screeching in my ear,
A wild, abandoned, mournful cry.
I hold my head, but still I hear
My own voice questioning me, "Why?"
"Why are my pained eyes so dry?"
"Why can I no longer feel?"
"Why can't I scream, although I try?"
"Why does none of this seem real?"
The storm has left my passions dead
And wails for me, then, in my stead.