The cold
The cold
I really despise the cold
Lurking in my heart,
Seeping through my cracked skin,
Absorbed by the open wounds on my back
A lion made of dust and fog claws into my back,
The jacket surrounding me not thick enough nor strong enough to protect me
The cold
The cold
I really hate the cold
Death looms behind me with every step,
Every bone in my body aching fiercely,
As if the lion still has its claws buried deep into my skin
Said skin cracked by the icy winds of today,
tomorrow,
and last week.
The cold
The cold
It really hurts, the cold.
Winter, please be over soon.
YOU ARE READING
Star Struck
PoetryThis is a little collection of poems I've made. Not sure how long I'll continue it, but I'll make a few. {Completed! There's a sequel book if you'd like to read it, the sequel is called "Milky Way"} Note: This was called "Book of Poems" previously...
