Snow,
Falling down in it’s its icy waves.
My bare feet crunching over the blanket of white.
In bed I walk through the fields of my room.
grass poking out between the floorboards of my dream.
Brushing my still feet as I continue on my journey.
Delving through the layers of my brain.
Passing through the gateways of my mind.
I pull the covers tighter around my softly freezing skin,
Lying down on my bed of snow I look at the frozen stars.
And everything gets colder.
There are two strips of ice running down my cheeks.
Glistening in the pale light of the winter moon.
I blink them away and try to shut my eyes.
Try to blacken the light.
I want to fall asleep but I can’t.
Not yet.
Not now.
So I wake up instead.
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Author:
G (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I love writing poetry so much and I just wanted to share this with you guys. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it. Thankyou. G
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Thanks for your comment Cat,
I was really nervous on how people would react to it. it's nice to see that it got a positive response!
G
Very good emotive write.
"There are two strips of ice running down my cheeks." is a wonderful line.
Welcome to MPS.
Thanks for the input.
BTW, If anyone has any constructive critisism all is welcome.
Thanks
G
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