Poems of the lost

dissacociation

icicles form on my eyelashes
tears starting to freeze
they weigh my eyelids down
urging me to sleep

the snow a soft blanket on my skin
wrapped up in it like a hug
its arms so cold that it burns
warming me instead

the wind whispers in its ice crested voice
"go to sleep my child, the pain will go away"
and so I finally close my eyes
take my last breath
and sleep

cold

warm

ice

water

winter

spring

dead

life

a breath through my nose and I'm choking awake
and looking around I see
that winter has gone a long way away
and the snow has turned into spring

the glaze on my eyes melts away soon
the fog now gone from inside me
the rain that was once harsh with sleet
now drizzles softly, sweetly

and what I once thought
oh they thought was bought
with stormy night skies and sleep
but really the thing is
that could not be true
for I was away from you