creep

creeping up my arms

already the taste of copper

stains my lips.

I know what is coming with this.

A cold chill runs ramped

in my mind, freezing anything

good that tries to grow.

the winter, my friend.

is not worth waking up to.

 

every time a grasp on anything

seems to be forming,

down pours reality, and I am

washed back out to sea.

left to drown,

where I deserve to be.

Please, do not try to

save what is already

damaged and unsalvageable.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Stephanie W.]

" the winter, my friend, is not worth waking up to."
i love this line.
the whole thing flows perfectly.

[Philosophile. (Maddy)]

This write has a melancholy aspect of it and reads like your soul would. The imagery again is brilliant. The image of the sea and drowning in it is captivating and powerful. Great job with this!

[John A Common]

Nice write, I dig it.

[Tim Lawless]

...what's wrong?

And please don't tell me you're fine. Please.