Snow

The blistering cold surrounds me,

It hugs my body as if to make me feel safe,

It holds me tight, as I slowly start to shake.

It touches my face,

The tears on my face freeze,

Leaving the sorrow imprinted,

Leaving nothing but the ache.

 

My heart begins to ponder as if I am being chased,

Nothing behind me, only this remorse which with I am faced.

 

Every step I take gets me closer to the place where my sorrow is kept,

Nothing could go wrong now, even death would be great,

That’s why I slowly … wait.

 

I pick up some snow,

And wonder if my soul could be colder,

You get so used to it, it doesn’t feel cold,

It only stings when taken away,

Like bricks dropped on your shoulders.

 

I wonder if my soul is empty,

That is the only explanation,

I wonder if this is what I live for,

Death please,

Be my salvation.

 

I don’t feel happy,

But I don’t feel depressed,

What happened to the

“where ever you are, you are blessed” ?

 

If this is me being blessed,

I don’t want to be, take it back,

Feeling like this is not what I want,

When emotions on themselves stack.

 

The truth is,

Promises are made,

Promises fade.

These price,

We all pay.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Lyra H]

Nicely done!