death

My heart is bleeding 

scarlet on the white white snow

in this cold harsh winter

these eyes of mine still seek

the comfort of your stare

you are my sound solace 

in this my winter of despair

 

my heart still bleeding

scarlet on the white white snow

in this cold harsh winter

these ears of mine still hear 

the calling of your name

staring voiceless back at me 

from a wooden picture frame

This poem is about: 
My family
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