Like Tinsel From Trees
gathered
on my windows
this frostwork
from last night's sketches
becloud
my vision
like death
overshadows
my heart
my spirit
of holiday merriment
was yanked
like tinsel
from trees
and castaway
in the fragments
of yesteryears
long passed
i feel this wind
as it wraps around me
with the same chill
as death's own hands
suffocating me
as i try to stand
on worthless ground
half frozen
beneath my feet
these shadows
falling around me
are as appealing
as kissing lips
of someone
gone from life
sometimes
i wonder
if they are here
for me
to take my body
to join my soul
on the other side
where you all gather
together
without me
at night
intermittently
i pray
for peace
of mind
whatsoever
that means
yet come morning
i stand
on this same ground
awaiting
on time
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