Maria Psoma

Wintertime

There comes a time of a cold, heavy winter
You, walking alone on the bright white snow
With none ahead and none behind
Grey blur, transparent figure
Moving uncertain in the fog
Hearing phrases of fear around you
Cracking sounds and threats
Then is the time of deep soul secrets
To reveal from the darkness
Sadness and sorrow whirl,
Regrets dance around like imminent shadows
All nightmares return!
This is the time of a long, endless winter
Lonely, frozen, with all roads closed
But you keep on walking
Breathless, tired, and lost
Haunted by memories, your future well-known
From now on there is no other season
For you to live upon
You are growing old! You are growing old!