Somber slate clouds blanket the longing skies,
whilst wisps of snow paint the frozen ground below.
Ombre leaves barrenly speckle slumbering trees,
glistening sheets of ice coat their fading existence.
Another bitter winter blows in,
like thistle tangling around forsaken irises.
Threads of changing seasons cling to my coat.
Taking a deep breath, I exhale, watching it hang in the evening air.
“Anywhere but here” rings in my head.
Empty coldness soaks into my soul,
as an icy blue-white depression takes hold.
Loneliness rests upon abandoned courtyards;
decaying rose petals become fossils
between layers of winter’s aquamarine verglas,
bathed by the snowglow of another illuminated midnight.
Death’s cold fingers trace my spine,
submerging me further into the gelid grip of despair,
massacring any hope of escape from this torment.
Categories:
barrenly, angst, emotions, gothic, night,
Form: Free verse
An expressionless mask haggard by past mistakes
Of whithered pastures once fed by dried up lakes
Deep wells of empty promises lay barrenly
Cracked skin cemented in painful memory
A vortex of rumblings follows my journey
Recording the catastrophic events like a journal
And so I hum along to my own tragic sound track
Punctuated by the impromptu joy like a scratch
An itch to reach high sun blazing rain pouring
Nights freezing in corners were darkness's ever lurking
Adored in a suit to mask a bruised ego
A fake smile and a wave past it all as I go
You follow this ellaborate man in a costume
Unaware of how much he's being consumed
Categories:
barrenly, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme