No guiding hand
The snow storm fierce
Feet are cold
Face to grimmace
Pulling shoes
From frozen depths
The heart to beat
In silence kept.
Beard freckled
With frost and age
A thousand dreams
Captive, caged
To wander in
A twilight haze
Half in death
Half enraged.
You bitter wind
That howls in vain
Are we not
Two the same ?
Locked in Winter
Held in fright
Both to succumb
To falling night.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments1
This poem can be read literally or metaphorically but I choose to read it in the middle of someone in a literal storm but speaking to the storm metaphorically. Time and age affect all and is a storm that we all weather regardless. Even the wind dies eventually and often at night. Nicely written
thanking you, and well commented, appreciated
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