Some Hope, Some Harm, And Another False Alarm

reunion

Winter travels through again

Litter on this page with lonely hearts

of sodden weak pericardium

left in the snow, it leaves its mark.

Breath on my ear is deafening,

Strange addicting desire.

Welcome gift -- a reckoning,

Dire price to pay is required.

My thoughts, those chains, pulled tight.

Lungs empty, the pressure builds.

This power I cannot fight,

But the pain I fear can kill.

Frostbite caress -- until next year.

I'll see you soon again, my dear

November 5, 2014