Cold

reasoning with misforture

Cold

 

 

As I approach my creaky door

the fidget air masses, and rushes towards me

As the greater of the demons

whom stole the golden orb

And replaces it with a ice fortress,

while laugh at my shivering body.

 

Stepping through the door

my breathe crystallized as words

drop to the ground

squelching like a wind chime

blowing in a scare breeze.

 

The air temperature is so cold

that all I want is an angel to come

and sing, to warm my blood, any angel,

even a dark angel would be warmer

then this blistering puff of air.

 

If I could only reach the orb

that is under siege, I could

return the land back to the golden

memories, of yesterday.

 

 

Reviews

[just is]

This is wonderful, I like this I can feel the emotion outpoured. wonderful write.
Wish I had some heat come thsi direction it is so freaking cold here.

If I could only reach the orb
that is under siege, I could
return the land back to the golden
memories, of yesterday.

I love thse lines here. wonderful write.

[Jessica Fox]

One can almost feel the frigidity in the poem, another great write.