I feel distant.
Wrap your rays of light
against my skin.
Warm my abandoned frame
until the callouses wear away
and the loneliness evaporates.
This wintry isolation
has been planted upon my soul,
and the seeds of my mirth
no longer grow.
There's fatigue in my muscles
and my bones are decaying
because I've been drenched
under the clouds' freezing tears.
I shiver as snow buries my mind while
my thoughts consolidate into shards of ice.
I feel numb -
so numb to the point
that I believe there's nothing that can save me.
But maybe with you,
there's a light that will melt all the sad things
pervading within me.
Help me
to not feel so distant.
YOU ARE READING
The Ebb & Flow of Virtue
Poetry~ There is good and bad constantly warring with each other inside you, a small voice resounds in my conscience just as my vision dips underneath the salty water, it is similar to how the land fights with the sea, the sky with gravity, the light...
