January Frozen Ground
Amplifies sounds, found,
Tucked underneath the worst of regrets
Clutched between ****** knuckles
In the bottom of my soul
Dusty, yellowed pages of the hymn
Words of Gold
It reads like a holy book
States melancholy, a definitive purpose
Assuages hopelessness
In a comfort that is warm and serene
Surreal
A sensation
Almost hallucinatory
Roaring through my body
Soaring through my head
Upwards, a crown
Words of gold.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC
January Frozen Ground
Amplifies sounds, found,
Tucked underneath the worst of regrets
Clutched between ****** knuckles
In the bottom of my soul
Dusty, yellowed pages of the hymn
Words of Gold
It reads like a holy book
States melancholy, a definitive purpose
Assuages hopelessness
In a comfort that is warm and serene
Surreal
A sensation
Almost hallucinatory
Roaring through my body
Soaring through my head
Upwards, a crown
Words of gold.
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