Rewrite of an old one.....I could have picked an easier one to rewrite lol

Winters emotions

Coldness issues and seeps slowly under my feet through bare polished wood floors
Winters growing chill subtly and with seasons stealth lays her hand upon the land
Memories of those summer days
Nighttimes' blackness now comes early with its seeping hint of winters cold memories of summer now but a golden memory that covers gilded cage

Meanings now lost upon dusty unlit shadow covered book ends upon the once warm shelves
Emotions deep they resonate with messages unheard in souls dark cold winter wells
Smiling frightened life now dishelved with the coming of that winter emotions found so cheap
Endless distances across life's journey those memories of warm summer now they slowly creep
Reaching out that warm friendly forgiving hand that will always be there for you to reach for to grasp forever hold
Silent teardrops tracing the well worn passages down my cheek channelled silent rivers as again that new love grows now so cold
Matching now and marching side by side as if in a brass band I sit again in silence watching natures seasons change
Again fate in her wisdom in league with Destiny reaches deep within us and causes us to rearrange
Candles flutter in competition with open fires warming roaring glow writing illuminated seen by fires light
Again I wonder that age old timeless question and seek answers from the heavens to untangle life's great mystery that of knowing wrong from right
Trust again given to the wrong person from this heart of mine tearing at emotions as I watched it used as a door mat torn up just thrown away
Again I feel the searching yet again knowing the meaning of unconditional love and honest just for that one that comes to stay
Again the road ahead its view uncluttered by the falsehoods they did bring seeing clear eyed with happiness the future ahead with wide open view
Journeys to those places been experience lessons learned kn owing glancing to the recent past theres nothing there worthy to be seen
Raindrops falling pattering musically upon the roof above they mimic as if in harmony those that we've sometimes cried
People and their games they played like the coldness from the polished floorboard beneath my feet they haunt the confines of our head
(GE2014)

Off in the distance,
A woman sits, cold,
Shivering in the rain,
The only true look on her face being disdain,
Her hair tattered, dishelved,
Her eyes, piercing with unspeakable pain,
Filled with tears of the years of scorn,
Screaming the terror of a heart ailing for love,
But never receiving the adorn.
She speaks but only to herself,
Of the masquerades life has rummaged her way,
Of the days where laughter annihilated her silence,
Of the times the mightiest sauntered in her presence,
When she gleamed with impenetrable grace.
“Fantasies,” she utters but in a whisper,
“I live for the fantasies.”

You dishonor my family name
Wrecked it
Tossed into the muck
Hurt
My family's source of joy
Dishelved
Lineage snapped in two
Worst of all...
Crime no one can surpass
Original sin
Definition of corruption
Embodiment of ******
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You stole my juice box.
What happens next
Will never be forgotten