As white as the snow that haunts the valleys
As cold as the death that numbs oneself.
My heart is devoid of feelings
And waits for a hidden single tear.
My heart has broken like shards of glass
And blood yet does not ooze out,
Not even a drop.
I wait for the pain to hit me
Hard like a thunder,
And may be then showers of tears will follow.
But,I am numb.
All is over,my heart has accepted,
And it has no strength to fight.
So,it is cold,
shrivelled like a snow covered dying plant.
Counting days to breathe its last.