The Wind Howled – WINTRYPOET

THE WIND HOWLED

The night wind howled as I wept,
It mirrored one of my darkest nights,
When the world seemed to lose all its color,
Leaving behind only a sketch of gray and black.

On that cold January morning,
The wind howled through the cracks in my window,
And I felt it creeping into my heart.

Once, shades of laughter colored my days,
Now the world wore a cloak of canvas black.
On that dark day, I sought out the light,
Yet all that remained was silence and darkness.

The morning light bled through the window pane,
And cast long shadows on your still bed,
A dark moment was etched within my soul.

No breathing stirred within your breast,
No flicker of emotion on your cold face,
A barren landscape, where beauty has fled,
No hope remained, but the promise of death.

My mind painted fleeting memories, all bittersweet,
Of moments once vivid, now faded away,
The laughter of yesterday turned to ashes.

The wind howled a mournful dirge,
A fitting tune to the storm raging within me.
Alone, I shivered through a bitter winter’s night,
Panting and weeping, all hope seemingly lost.

The thin blanket offered no solace
Against the biting cold that seeped into my bones,
Mirroring the chill that had settled in my soul.

Each gust of wind that blew in
Felt like another piece of my heart
Being mangled and torn away,
Carried off into the inky abyss.

Throughout the cold hours, I wept for you,
Yearning for the warmth of your embrace,
A warmth I knew I would never feel again.

The dawn broke, like a pale,
Sickly light creeping over the horizon.
It mirrored the shattering of my heart,
The remnants of dreams fade with the stars.

The promises we had whispered to each other
Now lay scattered like frost-bitten petals,
Beautiful in their desolation, but dead.

In the depths of my despair,
I clung to memories of your touch,
The way your hand fits so perfectly in mine,
The gentle warmth in your smile.

I remembered the safety I felt in your presence,
A haven from the world’s cruelties,
A sanctuary built on shared laughter and understanding.

But now, I languished, broken and alone,
Left only with the ghost of your comfort,
Only darkness and a persistent throbbing
With a pain that refused to subside.

The night wind howled outside, a mournful wail,
Its shrieks echoed memories that clawed at my soul,
Dragging forth shadows from some dark abyss,
Where dreams once danced brightly, now fade to black.

She was always there–
A beacon of unwavering light
In the darkest corners of my existence.

Like a steadfast lighthouse,
Piercing through the fog of my anxieties,
Her presence was consistent,
Unselfish, reassuring glow.

I pretend I’m still watching her,
Sometimes from across the room,
Sometimes when she’s nestled close.

Her well-timed words,
Sometimes just a gentle murmur,
Other times, a firm and unwavering truth,
She was like a balm to my wounded spirit.

They weaved through my thoughts,
Unraveling the knots of negativity,
Replacing them with threads of hope and resilience.

The way her eyes used to sparkle,
The effortless grace in her gestures,
The genuine spark in her smile –
Radiated a warmth that melted away my despair.

She never judged my vulnerabilities,
My moments of weakness
When the world seemed too much to bear.

Instead, she would offer understanding,
Acknowledging the battles raging within me.
It was all like a secret code,
A language was spoken only between our souls.

I felt a profound sense of peace,
A feeling that even amidst chaos,
I was not alone.

It’s hard to articulate what she meant to me.
It was more than just comfort; it was a lifeline.
She was my beacon, steadfast and true,
In the darkest of nights, she was my candle.

It was the quiet assurance
That even on the darkest night,
A spark of light was there for me.

Even on the coldest of nights,
When the world felt desolate and bleak,
She would always be there,
Illuminating the shadows of my heart.

Her light kept the darkness at bay,
And in her presence,
I found the courage to face the dark.

I’ve come to understand the value of life;
It’s a gift we all take for granted,
Until the moment that gift is taken away,
And the fire in your heart is just smoke.

III

The night wind howled that January night,
Its voice weaving through my broken heart,
Resonating with my thoughts steeped in despair.

I sat beside your bed, under the heavy darkness,
While the wind mourned without end,
And with every howl that the night wind released,
I felt your soul slip further away from me.

My world now is a desolate expanse,
That night was the coldest of nights
Where hope seems a distant star.

It was one of those nights,
The wind outside continued to howl
Whispering tales of loss and despair,
Beneath these dark and somber skies.

Your passing sliced through me like ice,
And I fought against the tide of anguish
That threatened to pull me under.

It feels like a chilling embrace
That mimics the hollowness you left behind,
A persistent ache that no one around me,
But you can truly soothe.

Are you thinking of me on a night like this?
When the relentless wind howls a mournful song,
And the coldness seeps into my bones?

Only the shadows of silence surround me,
Suffocating me with unspoken words,
Each one is like a tiny dagger
Piercing my already wounded heart.

A fleeting apparition of your presence, I crave,
A desperate whisper of assurance,
That you’re thinking of me this cold night.

The moon, a ghostly reminder in the sky,
Offers no comfort tonight,
Only a stark reminder of the light
That once shone so brightly between us.

Now every morning I wake up,
And the wind begins to howl,
I relive it all over again.

That feeling that you, mother,
A vigil keeper in the silent hours,
Was standing over me all night,
Keeping watch over my fragile form.

You, the warmth that defied the frost,
Knowing I had succumbed to the cold,
As I tossed and turned in sleep.

The cold that lingered deep within,
The chilling emptiness that settles,
Like a shroud, around my weary body,
Heavy with unspoken grief.

You put your lips on my forehead,
A gentle press, a whispered blessing,
And lit a fire to warm my heart.

A beacon in the darkest night,
A flickering ember against the storm,
A flame that promised solace,
However fleeting, in this desolate heart.

But the fire has now burned out,
The ashes were scattered on the wind,
The warmth was a distant echo.

I search for your presence in the light,
But find only the emptiness of your absence,
And I am left with the melancholy
Of a love that was, and now is gone.

I wander through these halls of fractured light,
Where your laughter once danced in my heart;
Your smile ignited the hollow corners of my soul.

Your colors have faded and dimmed the room now.
Yet your love remains, consoling my dying heart.
Through days of anguish and nights of regret,
No flicker of hope remains, only the darkness.

The night wind howled outside my door,
A mournful echo that would tingle my skin,
It stirred my mind with thoughts of the past,
When laughter and joy made life bearable.

The rain begins to fall,
A slow, steady rhythm of despair,
Each drop is a tear I cannot seem to shed.

I try to conjure the sound of your voice,
The cadence of your laughter,
But they seem distant,
Muffled by the echoes of my loneliness.

The fire in my heart has long since died,
Leaving behind only cold embers,
Now just ashes and a haunting chill.

I try to think of the warmth we shared,
The laughter that echoed in your room,
But memories, like frail autumn leaves,
Are swept away by the winds of time.

The morning you passed was my darkest day,
You took my heart with your spirit in flight,
Leaving me grounded on this earth.

The ticking of the clock, a dull rhythm,
It is now piercing and mocking in the silence,
Each pulse is a reminder of the moment I missed,
Your silent passing, and I was not there.

Your final exhale; I replay it in my mind.
Was there a touch you sought?
A familiar voice you longed for?

These questions stalk my waking hours,
They dance on the periphery of my dreams,
They sit like lead weights upon my chest,
Crushing the very breath from my lungs.

The sun climbed the sky as usual,
Oblivious to your hollow room,
The vacant space that used to hold your laughter.

Under this dark and unforgiving sky,
Your laughter faded with the stars,
Yet, it remains the defining ache
Of my melancholic heart.

Perhaps one day the chill will subside,
The memories will soften,
And the question will fade into a distant echo.

And here I sit, missing you,
Anchored to this ghost house of dreams,
Fighting waves of despair
That threatens to drown me.

I cling to the notion that in the darkness,
That you are still watching over me,
Prying through the cracks of time.

But each breath I take is a struggle,
Turning vibrant memories into fading sighs,
As despair settles deeper in my heart,
And the world outside wears a mask of gray.

The night wind howled, a clamor of sorrow,
As the world drips away, muted and morose,
Only a cruel sketch remains, a phantom,
Of colors stolen by a ravenous darkness.

Time is a thief that prowls in silence,
And shadows gather like storm clouds overhead,
On this night, as the cold wind howls.

I thought time would ease the ache,
But nights like these peel back the layers,
Laying bare the fragile heart that I hide,
Turning nostalgia into an unbearable weight.

It’s on nights like these, stark and unyielding,
When the world feels completely bleak,
That the shadows stretch and writhe around me.

In this shadowed hour,
I remember your laughter,
A vibrant fire flickering amidst my despair
Filling spaces where silence now holds court.

Walls that once vibrated with your whispers
With a voice both haunting and familiar,
Now bear the weight of absence so profound.

Dark tales weave through my tangled mind,
Threads of woe intertwining with tattered dreams,
And I wonder if the night will ever release its grip,
Or if I am to remain a statue encased in sorrow.

I sit here, cloaked in solitude,
Each breath is a reminder of your absence,
Resonating with memories I’m struggling to bear.

I wander through the house of fractured dreams,
And more memories flood my oppressed mind,
Every picture on the wall induces more tears,
As your smiles ignite the room with warmth and light.

But each breath I take feels like inhaling ash,
Turning vibrant memories into fading sighs,
And the world outside wears a mask of gray.

I cling to the notion that somewhere in this tempest,
You are still near, smiling through the cracks of time,
As I sit here, anchored to this ghost house of dreams,
Fighting waves of darkness that threaten to break me.

So I stand with the shadows, entwined with my fate,
Each sigh carries echoes that time can’t erase,
Each whisper of wind tears my world apart.

The night wind howled without end,
A mournful song weaving through my heart,
And every breath felt thicker than the last.

I closed my eyes to the world’s silent anguish,
Only to find the darkness intensifying,
As it mirrored one of my darkest nights,
The night I wasn’t there by your side.

The wind dances at the windowpanes,
Each creak is a reminder, a sad refrain of loss,
As it seeks to torment my desolate thoughts.

Yet the more I grasp, the farther I slip,
Leaving me with only the chill of night’s embrace,
Concrete visions of what once was ours,
Searching for solace in the symphony of darkness.

I compose farewell verses to our fading light,
A futile attempt to capture your essence
In the fleeting rhythm of a breathless sigh.

Here, in this melancholic hour,
I sit, my heart echoing with the wind,
Reminding me that in the vastness of absence,
You are still present, watching over me.

Guiding me through the fog that thickens,
And I’m lost yet knowing, stretch my arms,
Embracing the silence that speaks your name.

I wander the rooms of this silent house,
Carrying your spirit like a hymn, soft and low,
Through the storm and the fury, amidst fading dreams,
It’s the memory of your love that sustains me.

And though bleak is the canvas my heart must bear,
Your memory is the anchor that steadies my shore,
For in grief’s solemn grip, I know you’re close by.

Even in darkness, your specter remains true,
A symbol of light in the dismal abyss,
As the night wind howls, you whisper, “I’m here,
In the depths of your sorrow, I’m in your heart.”

I sit here, cloaked in solitude,
Lost and oblivious to the world outside,
Each breath is a reminder of your absence.

As you stood on that fateful shore of departure,
I was lost in dreams, and not near your side.
I was roaming the waves of unawareness,
Unable to share your final moments.

Are you thinking of me on a night like this?
As I huddle deeper into my blanket,
And try to recapture the warmth you took with you?

They talk of the peace that comes with letting go,
The serenity of a life completed, but for me,
There is only the jagged edge of ‘what if,’
The persistent whisper of the ‘might have been.’

I try to find solace in the thought
That you are freed from earthly burdens,
Your spirit is ascending to a place of peace.

But still, a whisper lingers,
A selfish plea to have been there;
To hold your hand one last time,
And offer loving words of comfort.

Perhaps you are nestled in warmth,
Oblivious to the biting cold that seizes me,
A constant, agonizing reminder of your absence.

VII

The night wind carries fragments of your laughter,
Twisting with the leaves; a maddening requiem,
And I am left clutching remnants of your warmth,
Desperate to rebuild this fading flame.

And with every gust, I can hear your laughter,
As if the wind remembers, as if it grieves,
Its voice weaving through the shadows.

The morning is a broken piece of glass,
Reflecting only my fractured grief,
And the absence of your warm hand,
It is the profound and unending ache of my heart.

Through tear-blurred eyes,
I clung hopelessly and unwillingly to memories,
Illuminating a wall of bittersweet remembrance.

I saw you there, with an endless smile,
And a sob choked my throat,
A lullaby whispering of love’s tender joys,
When the world lost its light and hope.

These memories, once a source of immense joy,
Now felt like sharpened daggers
Twisting slowly in my gut.

I remembered the way your eyes crinkled,
The sound of your voice humming softly,
The way you always knew how to make me laugh,
Even when I didn’t want to.

The silence of this little house,
Once filled with the echo of your laughter,
Now amplified the crushing weight of your passing.

I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t,
I was too weak, too broken.
The fight had been drained out of me,
Leaving me a shell, a hollow echo of what I was.

The memories, a constant reminder of what I had lost,
Of the love that had been stolen from me,
As the wind continued to howl outside.

The sun climbed higher and brighter,
But even the sun’s raging furnace
Couldn’t penetrate the darkness
That had enveloped my heart.

How could I face a future so bleak
Without the warmth of your love to guide me?
The answer eluded me.

I knew I had to move forward,
To rebuild my life from the ashes of shattered dreams.
But how could I, when every beat of my heart
Was a reminder of your absence?

I could only cling to the memories,
To the ghost of your touch, and pray that one day,
The warmth of the sun would finally reach my frozen soul.

One day, perhaps, I would learn to live again,
But today, as the wind howled out the window,
I remain huddled inside my blanket,
Mourning the love that birthed me.

The ordinary sounds of the day–
The distant car horns, the rustle of leaves–
The wind continues to howl outside.

It’s a constant, haunting plea,
Repeated with every dawn’s song,
The eternal ache of knowing
You will not stand watch over me again.

And I am left to navigate this world,
A landscape stripped bare and cold,
Where every dawn is a cruel reminder.

A reminder of a story etched in sorrow,
Of the love I can no longer hold,
When the howling wind whispers your name,
And the dawn is on the horizon.

And I wake up each dawn knowing,
That the fire that warmed my heart
It is now just a flickering memory.

This is my burden now and forever,
The knowledge that in your last moments,
I was not there by your side, and that Mother,
It is my persistent and inescapable pain.