A Place of Solace

Tender mornings are long since gone
stormy clouds usurp the sky
rusty nights bring lifeless hours
every morning, a new lie

With every passing of the storm
no hope buds to life
time seems lost in an eternity
each morning breathes a strife

Chaos of this wintry silence
whispers words into the room
plays with embers from the fire
cheats them slowly to their doom

Quilted memories bleed slowly
a constant reminder how I feel
a painful lesion in the past
that time may never come to heal

Emotions melt away in eyes
trickling down in my face
finding a place to heal themselves
finding a place of solace