Skeleton of Ice
We’ve all had sleepless nights, grasping at feverish dreams.
Skeleton of Ice belongs to the following groups:
! Creative Writing & Poetry !, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Freedom In Words & Art, Freedom to Shine and The Red Writing RoomI’ve been rendered unhole, and empty, for unknown reasons. You could say I should’ve seen it coming, that my mind invited it in, while I was busy living on the edge. Never thinking.
The sun is setting, and it’s getting cold. A fog is rising from the ground, just a vague blanket, to keep the earth safe, and warm, while the rest of us sleep. But I won’t sleep, not tonight. Tonight I’m fighting demons, with faces just like mine. I’ll silence the thousand voices that keep tormenting my mind.
I’m walking through the midst, trying to catch a dream, but my dreams seem to run quite fast and it’s nowhere to be seen.
I’ll lie in the shadows of fields filled with gold. I’ll lie right next to you, since a part of me is gone.
And when the sun rises, I’ll try and rise as well.
But…
I’m cold to the bone, I’m a skeleton of ice.
I’m nothing but the thoughts,
that like electric currents,
fill the rivers of my mind.
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