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

  • Author: Sunshinethoughts (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 3rd, 2020 14:38
  • Comment from author about the poem: I have hard days. And that’s where my best writing comes out.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 22

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