railasunshine

Winter Beckons

It’s cold

The sun is out

The trees are burning 

I am fighting shivers

 

The pavement burns my feet


Feeling first, escaping sleep


Follicles along my body rise


Saluting fate’s cruel design

 

Daylight is a facade


Morbid frost trails up my arms


Nothing to distract my brain


Time to play the reel again

 

 

Back off, relent


I’m begging


Comfort laughs hysterically


I’m solemnly buried in bedding

 

 

Things to do


I won’t get up


The sun the moon


Slowly become one