Burning Cold

Regrets are sometimes worse than nightmares...

…Like saddened eyes

drenched deep 

from the pains of yesterday

that shrouds a glimmering hope 

whispered by tomorrow

Weak in the flesh

Undressed by regrets

Wandering endlessly

through thorns of dying roses

under vague black skies

of crying stars and bleeding moon

Alone in the night 

in search of a warmth… to weep 

Beneath the shadow of a cloak

Wading through dark waters of 

uncertainties and despair

Struggling to survive

the splintering shivering cold

Blown by melancholic voices

that echoes within the void 

of a withering heart

Desperately holding on 

to desolated 

breaths…

Mek
Apr 08

Author's Note

Photo by Iardacil

Reviews

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powerful read, much enjoyed

[Mek & the Infinite Madness]

thanks!