Cold Nights

Cold Nights

A Poem by Diezel
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Reflection

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Walking under a full moon I feel the icy wind cut through my clothes, chilling me to my very core

Seeing the trees blow in the wind as I walk  to a bonfire were its the warmth that my weary body craves

Resting my broken body by the fire I see my reflection in the flames as they flicker, so does my tormented soul

Looking back at me through the heat and soldering flames is the innocence of a youth and I see now that I am that same person crying into the nights air for a way out

© 2010 Diezel


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Just a little typo on "Soldering" should be smoldering maybe? Or I could be totally off base...

Very, very expressive poem, I feel you wanting to find the joy and freedom of the child that still resides inside.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on September 7, 2010
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