NaPoWriMo Eight

“…I thought we might try writing in ottava rima”.


The cold has slowly creeped up us
Yesterdays sunshine is over
Winter has clearly showed who is boss
Nothing is left to hover
I woke up with a great feeling of loss
I couldn’t feel much lower
Gone is the laughter that filled me with joy
No comfort is left in the restless boy

The colours in the leafs left long ago
The grass is growing into the soil
Never have I experienced this much snow
Everything seems left to spoil
However I’m glad I finally know
Even if it feels like a broil
If only I knew what were so clear
That you never really were that near

You look at me as if I’m the one to blame
When we say goodbye
But I know I never played that game
Now I feel like I could die
You leave behind all your shame
I still don’t understand why
You dreaded so long
To tell me what was really going on

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