LukeCoomer

Frigid

Frigid

Blood dripping from my frowning face
Mixed with the tears that run my cheeks
And I’ve been working like a dog
Little sleep in many weeks
‘‘Tis the season, everywhere we look we see it
Everyone rushing to and fro
And I’m out here crying
Letting my blood stain the snow
Ive done a lot of wishing and hoping
Looking for my real enemy
I see him now looking me eye to eye
From my reflection in the ice upon the cold frozen street

LukeCoomer ©

Comments2

  • Hood.

    Luke,

    awesome reflective piece; love it when the enemy resides inside; makes for a great poem.

    The world goes on around you but the battle you fight lays within!

    Brilliant,

    Hood.

    • LukeCoomer

      Spot on brother! Thanks

    • Santita

      Damn. This was beautifully done, Superhero. Both vivid & emotive; I can relate.
      Love it!

      • LukeCoomer

        Thank you santi



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