Edged blood hangs above your head,
Its tail piercing your nerve
As you lie on a snowy bed,
Shut eyes and with
A silent shriek of subliminal ache,
You lie
Like a fallen angel,
A mask on your face,
Winds of hope going in
Coming out,
Your chest waves like
The restless sea, but
The beeps swear,
You are still there,
Waiting for the bed to thaw,
For the end of your pain
And the end of our despair.
YOU ARE READING
Incandescent Nightfall
PoetryThe night closes in, darkness awaits me...but there is light somewhere i believe, waiting with its radiance to make me shine forever and after...i hope, i will endure, i wish i will live.
