Winterfalls

Chris Yellow

Winter falls upon you

Like the icy morning dew

That freezes in your surface

A shield of unimportance.

 

Your back hurts from the frost

Bitten you ignore the sense at last

Shed from strain of polite games

Under that cover that is your age.

 

But the white fluf speckles that walse

On their labirintic ways to the grounds

Will turn grey as your hair and melt

Before you feel their Christmas sound.

 

You are free but so alone

In this unforgiving tone.

  • Author: Chris Yellow (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 19th, 2019 10:10
  • Category: Unclassified
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