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Jan 2019 · 440
Winter
Sharchen Metok Jan 2019
I am winter
I am snow blankets shattered by rain evolving to deadly ice
Long, rolling landscapes and barren trees
No room for imagination.
I am winter
I am solemn, solitary, singular
Frigid gusts of heartbreak
Homesick in animal tracks.
I am winter
I am lifeless, lonely, lingering
Roaring flames and layers upon layers
Warm enough though frozen stiff.
I am winter
I have no end and no beginning
The same old me, 1500 miles wiser
Losing all seamless direction
Wishing for any connection
Amazed at the lack of distinction
between this me and that me.
Jan 2019 · 97
Practice
Sharchen Metok Jan 2019
In sight
Inside
In self
Intertwined
Minimalist views with hoarding tendencies
I store your love like a stack of newspapers I’ll never read
Comforted by their mere existence
I want to write until silence.

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