Freezing cold is what I am,
There is no feeling in my left hand,
My tears fall slowly as death draws near,
I turn at the sounds that whisper in my ear,
Nothing is there,
It's all in my head,
So why do I feel this cold, this heavy dread?
A soft whisper here,
A soft whisper there,
And then nothing to be heard,
Except for the thump as my body falls,
And through it all I saw the light,
But shied away, preferring the night,
One with the darkness has soothed my soul,
No longer alive am I in the world.
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Poems I Write
PoetryThese are all the poems I've written throughout my life. Enjoy or don't, it doesn't matter to me.
