A chill to cool the fire that burns
The tides between twist as they turn
A fix to taste a needle to nerve
Conscious absence at every curve
Blue to gray darker to black
A loss in value to the top of the stack
The palate to quench the thirst for the cure
The grip from its fingertips a bruised allure
A feeling ensues at a point in time
Lost in luster two nickels in a dime
Deep in the silence the depths of alone
A hint of guilt within the groan
A snap at the bend the sound heard before
Escape to the warmth the comfort to score
Darkened eyes a soul to dispose
A broken balance the lens can disclose
An anguished being left to repent
Tangled and twisted in the spiraling descent
A life in battle fighting the enemy
Lessons paid in full in the glass that’s half empty
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Author:
Frostyone (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
There's always hope.
Absolutely perfect and thank you for the early morning smile! I believe that whole heartedly.
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