autumn drinks heavily
slides into winter black
singing old songs in the dark
of loss and lack
and imperfect memory
these months weigh more:
grit under the eyelid
cold **** in the soul weight
that scratches and suffocates
but the coals will glow
and windows steam the same,
inside from time to time
and safe
Nov 17, 2021
Nov 17, 2021 at 2:22 AM UTC
autumn drinks heavily
slides into winter black
singing old songs in the dark
of loss and lack
and imperfect memory
these months weigh more:
grit under the eyelid
cold **** in the soul weight
that scratches and suffocates
but the coals will glow
and windows steam the same,
inside from time to time
and safe
Request permission to use this poem