Colder in my approach
Ice cool waters
Visions blurred with ice chips
Niagara falls spat it's cold drips
Refreshing unclear minds
Unable to focus
Answers unfounded
Scribbled on non existent bathroom walls
Empty and alone insomniac
Enough body for substance
Enough body to stun as garments unravel
Enough body to hide the void
An absent soul congruent to decrepit awaiting direct fulfillment
Unfulfilled
Rhyming and riddling my way out of exposing my conscience
Clear yet blurred with frost bitten eyelids... The tears frozen in their stance
They shall not flow here without valid reason
Bountiful conversations yielded. These roads had not been salted for this wintry mix
Everything at a stand still
Leaves erased exposing barren branches to go without warmth
Chipping at the ice and frost bitten memories
The grasp chilled unable to keep hold
Smitten with no mittens left the purr of sweet innocent kittens howling at the moon to heal ancestry souls of pain
Wolves in their winter habitat seeking the prey
Wolves barren of their furs left to do nothing but cease the howl and pray
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