alone, death, departure, distance, poems, poetry, uncatagorized

becoming

Made from a heart of stone

As cold as snow

On a frozen riverbank

Frigid to myself

And to nothing

I walked through

A land of desolation

Of desperation

With all of the shadows

Engulfing my soul

Head down

I entered into oblivion

A winter

Of no more

alone, death, poetry

a sorrow of leaves

I find you in the leaves

Of turning snow

And I sigh

At the look of the sky

Closing eyes I feel

Your breath hit the air

In the haze of ice

That’s my downfall

As I lay next to you

Face to face in stone

Chilled to the bone

You as warm as the sun

I feel a heartbeat

Unable to turn I smile

Knowing I am no more