Brother
Brother
Brother, "Winter is coming"
they say.
Well, winter is here for months now
while they do not even notice
but I do
and I hope you do too.
I am sitting here in this dungeon
and take your torn photo from my pocket
to talk to you
it is cold here, more inside of me
than out there
probably
but I cannot be sure
it's darker in me than the night
no moon
no stars
Brother, I am not even sure if this dungeon
is a prison, or if the dungeon is in myself
the prison might be my brain
sometimes I hear voices
they cry
they scream
and I wrap my arms around myself
close my eyes
and pretend these arms are yours
the little warmth left is you
Will you be there, at the end of that road
or that tunnel?
to welcome me, say I am safe?
I hope you will be, I think so.
Winter came early this year
I am freezing.
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2018
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