Violently I hum in restless sleep,
Vexed by the thought of waking to repeat,
A cold winter’s day that chills to the bone,
A somber circle etched on every face.
Its icy hand, relentless in its hold,
A frigid grip that numbs the soul.
And so I slumber on from fear of repeat,
Beguiled by dreams, their warmth, their ease,
A fleeting refuge from winter’s freeze.
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Author:
Feysal Mohamed Omar'Olat (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 12th, 2025 21:16
- Comment from author about the poem: Pain is the self we failed to protect within us. Let's not continue to fail.
- Category: Nature
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I enjoyed the read, nicely written
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