COLD COMFORT

It’s cold tonight,
chilling to aching bones,
marrow
frozen in time.
Sepulchral thoughts
weave
through yearning veins,
ghostly apparitions
haunt
my sleepy vision.
My farewell to you
echoed
into empty night
slicing
through memories of you.

No more,
no more
your face I’ll hold,
nevermore
eyes will see.

How does one
embrace
a memory
when it fades
with the wind?
How does one
listen
to a voice
when it has no volume
above
my own moans.

No more,
no more
your songs I’ll hear,
nevermore
skin will feel.

This weeping lament,
hurled
from solemn heart
spears
through rustling leaves,
heaven bound
with mournful breath.
It’s cold tonight,
a bitter walk
through crying soul,
where fathomless empty
cannot be filled
and longing
for you
never be quenched.

No more,
no more
your comfort felt,
nevermore
walk this path.

Cold comfort,
acceptance is,
when icy darkness
wraps
arctic fingers
around sorrowful heart.
How does one
feel warmth
on a night
like tonight
when all about me
spectral icicles
pierce
my grieving thoughts.

No more,
no more,
it passes by,
forever more
rest in peace.

COLD COMFORT

Cosimo Piro

Joined October 2009

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Artist's Description

a death last week brought to the surface some feelings of loss that just keep visiting at times like this.

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