Until Death Right

Anthony Hanible

I

The air around me has stopped Pretending

To be warm

Even my shadow keeps its distance

Thin as a crack in ice

II

I loved once

A quiet ruinous thing

That left frostbite where a pulse should Be

I don’t mourn it

I just carry the scar like a blade

III

Forward is the only direction

That doesn’t freeze me solid

So I walk

Through the wind that names me Stranger

Through the dark that wants my Surrender

IV

Until death right

I owe nothing to the endings

That circle like wolves

They can wait

They can starve

V

If the world watches

Let it witness a body refusing collapse

If the night reaches

Let it touch only the cold I’ve already Shed

VI

I am not finished

I am not thawing

I am the quiet endurance

That winter respects

Until death right

I keep moving

Ice bright

Unclaimed

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    This poem has a powerful feel to it. It speaks as if out of the shadows and the grave it is dark, but yet strong. Nicely written and a fave



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