Eyes widen and the cold takes over.
You can’t take back what you’ve said,
you can’t take back what you’ve done.
You cannot take back the damage,
but you hope, you wish, you pray
that you could.Eyes widen, words grow
shorter, leaving a million miles between.
And it’s colder now. An endless chill.
Snowstorm, blizzard flowing between
you two. Freezing, stiffness, quiet, end.
But the cold is left, freezing your bones
because your heart is already a stone,
touched by nothing but the angry
hands of the ice, consuming you
whole. Eventually, you’re gone. From
them, from yourself, from all of it.
Over, done, frozen. Numbness,
melting, warmth. And then you do
one of two things: Find yourself
or find somebody else.
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Author:
alissa (
Offline) - Published: August 14th, 2017 20:02
- Category: Sad
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Comments5
My heart survived a similar snowstorm. Very powerful expression.
Thank you. I'm glad you were able to power through.
I wish that I had been able to express myself like you have have when I was seventeen. I am sixty two and still not sure I am as wise as you xx
This really means so much to me, thank you.
A very powerful, yet thoughtful poem, nicely penned, Alissa.
I think you need to do both, find yourself first, then find somebody else.
Thank you! Everyone's journey may differ but I agree.
Finding yourself is the hard part unfortunately, very nice poem.
I wish that I had been able to express myself like you have have when I was seventeen. I am sixty two and still not sure I am as wise as you xx
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