Burning Cold
Burning Cold
Burning cold,
fire controlled.
Barren and froze,
flames still arose.
cold with dread
sweat in a bed
Melting flesh,
froze to the hand.
Scars are cooked
in a virgin land.
Valleys of night,
days of dark,
blind by sight,
desires are stark.
Lines blurred
by the sins of man.
Where to sit?
Where to stand?
Emptiness seared,
branding the beast.
Living in famine,
while the dogs feast.
It’s hot
It’s cold
Once young
Now old
Can’t take the heat.
Can’t leave the cold.
Can’t stop burning,
can’t let go.
daniel may; 2013
Copyright © Daniel Hunter | Year Posted 2018
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