The Pain That Never Fades Away

I stare across the horizon at the branches falling from the stripped trees,

its nakedness and flaws visible to the world,

its mirroring depiction cast upon my existence. 

There’s a silence in the air that surrounds my soul and these winter trees,

while the cool breeze grows cooler and the beating rain begins to fall in our sight. 

The sky is grey and sinking and the landscape is chilly and shifting. 

All the words between me and the barren trees have vanished,

drifting away to an undeserted place slammed shut.

I inhale the icy winds whipping through my sunken face,

letting it sift in deep into my drowned heart,

until I can understand the pain that never fades away.