My fingertips numb, trembling mouth singing a song I can't hum
Cold blood in my veins, around me swirls the frozen rain
Raw throat, the snows drowns me and I wish I could float
Choked, no breath, the blizzard bringing me thoughts of death
I hear a storm outside, I'm an attention whore though I've never tried
I avoid the cold, my frosted heart, warmth wishing it could hold
I'm shivering, goosebumps on my arms, my lips quivering
And I'm dying, these winter tales all basking in my sorrow, lying
There's nothing left, to my mind you've commintted your theft
I'm sinking waist deep, in the snow, piles on piles, heap by heap
It stops me dead, this blizzard's infinite pain has already been said
Whereas my soul, it's lifeless, it's forgotten memories, burden and toll
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Winter and Steaming Coffee
PoetryMy fifth poetry collection... about coming to terms with oneself.