Trapped in a room of frost
It has been since March at most
To be specific, two years have gone by
Books have brought me no where
And there's a feeling no one cares,
then the window cracked
to shine a light
Rays of sun seeped to places
of the freezing spaces
I ought not mind
I attempt to touch its traces,
but stuck my eyes to the pages
of an uninteresting book
I see you
out the window
Trying to save this person
from the frozen depths
of themselves
Aware it is I, who froze to die
However you say, "It is not your time."
"So give us a hand to let us inside."
YOU ARE READING
Such a Poet
PoetryA look in to a poet's journal as words emerge from the tip of her ballpen. Contents: pandemic works Completed: December 22, 2022 -̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷ A̲r̲e̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲s̲t̲i̲l̲l̲ ̲w̲o̲r̲k̲i̲n̲g̲?̲ ̲A̲r̲e̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲s̲t̲i̲l̲l̲ ̲w̲o̲r̲...
