Can dle lit; His Thoughts are Chiseled

sleep.

his mind falls

slow

ly

darkness wraps her motherly arms about his

stiff body.

frosty silence lingers

his mind is a canvas yearning for someone to

finger

paint their life onto his, with a warm touch that would bring his frigid life

to it's birth.

and unborn child, aching for it's life not yet given.

a teenager; a man

superficial maturity.

dri

ppi

ng

like wax down

his spine. his stiff icy bones that harden with time

darkness reaches every crevice

of his mind.

she see's inside, the boy's eye.

for her blanket of dark engulfs his little boy body

his mind

his thoughts fall wet through the air;

but they will dry with time.