Cold

Frigid breaths ease into my veins,

but I don't even care anymore;

Stop sedating me,

you know that your wishes strip me,

and frozen bones resist until

they cannot endure or fight against

the cold anymore;

Stop sedating me.

After all, I'm just

ice drops to you,

like tears that fall,

and you'll just turn your eyes away;

I still see the chilled fear in your eyes,

but for some reason you plead with the ice

to beg me not to see.

So if you're gone for good,

like melted hope on a spring day....

Don't press warm rags to my frosted bones,

and don't put your golden touch upon the iced surface

of my silver skin.

If you mean it and always meant it,

then and now, then

stop sedating me....

Reviews

[Sammie]

Wow, it's sad but beautiful at the same time..You've certainly succeeded in setting the tone and creating vivid imagery.

[Ravyne Hawke]

Can really feel the pain and heartache in this one. Excellent write!

[Poetic Beauty]

This is a sad write but the imagery is stunning. You have allowed your reader to feel this pain and hurt.

[.......]

Loved the begining of this,
sad write but well expressed.

[Vanessa Rico]

I truly enjoyed this poem, and the last line really gets me.

[Lily Mae]

Wow,, and new favorite. This is great.. "Don't press warm rags to my frosted bones".. I love it.. great write..x

[shoaib]

beautifully heartbreaking poem
hope you are well
and i hope you used sadness only as a tool to write your best work

much love
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