ninth avenue - poetry

canvas

as white as the blank canvas i use for my art works

the coldness reaches every nerve i have

my beating heart forgot to beat how it beats yesterday

i face a land filled with snowflakes

that enters my body even without telling them

snowflakes resembles hope, but it does not

it caused my feet and eyes to bleed

i can barely feel the ground i'm walking on

my skin craves for warmth as it clashes with the winter wind

my heart froze,

to be alive again is all i crave for,

i'm chasing the sun that is no longer there,

the trees are dead,

i lay on the frozen lake to be awake

all i can hear are the creatures below

they are beyond my reach—

i see them, but i can't be with them

i live in curse:

to eternally walk as the winter bird