~ . + . ~
The Cold is calling
The emptiness beckons me home
I sit as my faith shatters
withering as a spent blossom
My fallen good intentions the killing frost
~ . + . ~
The Cold is whispering
The iced indifference a kiss upon my grace
I stand silent as my once caring heart
bleeds out upon the ground of my dreams
My sorrow the ever accurate blade
~ . + . ~
The Cold is tempting
The hollow defeat enticing my hope to sleep
I fall with my abandoned fading laughter
listless, broken and failing
My foundations hammered by dismissal
~ . + . ~
The Cold is sheltering
The protecting oblivion my love seeks to find solace in
I dive willingly with ebbing strength
beaten and torn, drowning in regret
as its wave cradles me into the void of feeling
~ . + . ~
Freezing to death
is so delicate and silent
~ . + . ~
Copyright 2004 D R Davis
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