Dreaming....... ......weeping shadows creeping ever closer they soon rush in I am cold icy fear cold my winter has arrived how can I survive? I walk through the snow alone ever alone as I seek my grave I cried for a while I accept my trial my grave waits cold dark peaceful no more pain no more agony the vulture has marked me with its hungry shadow death's glow I go quietly into that deep winter night Does anyone notice I am gone?
I find it interesting I should be reading this, as in this very moment, I too am cold. Not quite the same, but is not all chill merely a cousin to its greater relative?
Another sad tale I read today in this poem. In the beginning, the narrator was afraid, not wanting to die. They desired heat and life, but instead of the warmth of hearth and home they instead got the iciness of spite. So much so that as their own tears froze they lost the will to live, and so, went seeking their own grave. At the end, though for the part they have abandoned all hope and given up, that last spark of flame flickers in their heart, wondering if anyone will notice their absence.
I find it interesting I should be reading this, as in this very moment, I too am cold. Not quite the same, but is not all chill merely a cousin to its greater relative?
Another sad tale I read today in this poem. In the beginning, the narrator was afraid, not wanting to die. They desired heat and life, but instead of the warmth of hearth and home they instead got the iciness of spite. So much so that as their own tears froze they lost the will to live, and so, went seeking their own grave. At the end, though for the part they have abandoned all hope and given up, that last spark of flame flickers in their heart, wondering if anyone will notice their absence.
Awesome poem. Your words & picture describe a deep cold winter night. I often think that is how death might feel. Does anyone notice I'm gone? That is something we all might wonder sometime I suppose.
A strong poem, very compelling. I feel that way sometimes,
just want the cold uncaring world to swallow me up.
Then I have some catnip tea....
but seriously, I struggle with feelings like these.
Excellent poem.
When Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in.
It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..