At times I seek a coldness I cant shake
Broken and lounging down by the lake
With brittle bones and frozen winds
Such memories I can’t amend
At times I seek the coldness late
A darkness bound for the God of hate
The chill of night that freezes bone
This water now I call it home
At times I seek the heart that takes
One that may steal and then may break
A resonance of heart, mine and theirs
A still response of silent air
For once I find that heart so sour
In I will be love and now shall devour
That taste of blood still fresh on my lips
The lake now rejoices and I will submit
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Author:
Renold Jolves (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is a personal vent for my heart. It reminds me of the cold way life has treated me and how I somehow end up by the darkest of waters. I've been done wrong and my heart aches everyday due to this calamity of my life. The frozen lake is a metaphor describing my personal living situation, and how i must bleed or draw blood to please others.
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