the city floor is wet
the sun has set
and my freedom is no longer kept
dark colors showed
the wind touched my soul
the cold has set itself in my bones
winter kissed the aching bruises
and my poisoned joy is asking for more
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Author:
MrsD (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: i love the cold..i love feeling the freezing air on my bones..filling my lungs..blood turns to blue.. it makes me feel more alive..or maybe it just makes me closer to death.
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- User favorite of this poem: Soman Ragavan.
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Comments3
The rhyme may be simple but gives the rhythm to the poem.
The message is clear
thank u really appreciated it
Nicely done mrs
Although the last line in your notes chilled me to the bone
Keep em coming
OMFG thank u so much
take a leaf out of my old grandfathers book ..
never go out after August, without wearing your vest ..
another noir but captivating poem MrsD ... Neville
c trop beau what u said...Mercie i really appreciated it
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