A cold hand
Grabs me
Stabs me
A star but for me a burden
A picture I can't imagine
The hand looks warm
But it's so cold as a frozen lake
A lake to drown in
Pointless to come out alive
Wanted to be more
But sadly cold is the answer
Not warmth like others
Freezing starting from my legs
A few years needed
Then the cold will come in and chokes me
A body left behind without a soul
Made to be forgotten
Only fragile frozen pieces left
An unchangeable outcome
But sometimes the costs are higher than the prices
- Author: Black hole ( Offline)
- Published: February 18th, 2022 18:12
- Comment from author about the poem: A poem about life😄
- Category: Unclassified
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