it's freezing
it's cold
it's mist
gathering
on all things
I thought
I once
knew
it's the yellow
tint on
the leaves
that were once
green
it's the tears
my loved ones
shed
I am numb
I am frigid
I am nothing
and I am everything
I am counting
I am floating
I am infinite
I am sinking
I am all that I feared I would be
and there is nothing
that can bring me back
it's the kite
I am tied to
I go
where it goes
there is no one
to hold me
my limbs swallow
the cold
my mouth
craves for
warmth
choking suffocating ugly black ugly white and now it's silver
I don't know
what colour it is
but I know what it is:
I am drowning
I am cold
I am a chill
that can't thaw
this cold sea
it lies
betwixt two states
and it's named after me-
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Disappointment.
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©VioletEden
3rdJune2017
YOU ARE READING
Vermillion
PoetryI have been surviving the past few years, counting on my hands, the days taking me, to the impending end. I will not. I will not sacrifice my hands anymore for something so sacrilegious. I color my hands with Vermillion, rub the pages of my noteboo...
