On my knees
Knocked on hard ground,
Cold earth beneath my skin.
My bones hold me together
When I fall apart.
It's dark out the frost rimmed window
Looking out you feel the cold.
All you yearn is for warmth,
Hues of red, yellow, and orange blending together to make peace.
The most important warmth between my lips, because they've been cold and abandoned for ages.
It's cold out and words without meaning hold no warmth.
Instead give me support to make me feel alive.
2019
YOU ARE READING
Mine
PoetryThe title "Mine" has more thought into it then one may originally anticipate. Though that's common theme in the world of meaning. Calling it "Mine" refers to the hardships I've dealt with in past years. When dealing with that I went though motivatio...
