You are a cavity
filled with whirlpools
a cancerous repetition of nebulas
pirouetting to a tone
you do not understand
any longer
there is no smile nor frown
only frozen veins,
traced to the point of
eternality,
fragile in its familiarity
tears do not have any place here
so you bleed it inside and
endure the frost bite
a never ending winter
who had forgotten its lover
shivering despite the
numbness
spreading like a forest fire
they say that there is no cold,
only the absence of
warmth
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 9:29 AM UTC
You are a cavity
filled with whirlpools
a cancerous repetition of nebulas
pirouetting to a tone
you do not understand
any longer
there is no smile nor frown
only frozen veins,
traced to the point of
eternality,
fragile in its familiarity
tears do not have any place here
so you bleed it inside and
endure the frost bite
a never ending winter
who had forgotten its lover
shivering despite the
numbness
spreading like a forest fire
they say that there is no cold,
only the absence of
warmth
Frustation on not being able to write a beautiful poem
