Crickets in the darkness
A chill in the air
The lightest of breaths
Rustles my hair
Was it you, My Dear
Ice down my arm
Frost on my cheek
I twitch in alarm
Was it you, My Dear
Shadows shifting
I quicken my pace
Sanity wilting
Was it you, My Dear
Brilliant blue in the dark
Two tiny specks
They pierce my heart
Was it you, My Dear
On the edge of sleep
I begin to weep
As memories creep
These I count
Instead of sheep
I dig deep
Before I leap
Memories past
I try to reap
In the cold comes
Was it you, My Dear.
ESTÁ A LER
Ink & Tears
PoesiaThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
