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May 2016
I dreamt of beauty and fear
A sadness grew in dead soil
Under guise of navy petals of hope
Come close and watch it thrive

Feel the empty frost in my heart
A growing rose of deepest blue
Thorns of cruel blood surround
Will you show me Winter's warmth

I cannot see the coming end
Summer tends to forget
I surrender, I surrender
My body is vacant of desire

Five dead days and it's over
Five wasted years I will not know
Everything is ending
Everything is cold

And I awoke from my tortured sleeping
Afraid of the clean snow outside my window
You silently buried me there in the dark
And yet I suspect I was not only dreaming
I am not sure where this piece is coming from within me. There is a vacancy I feel deep within and I am trying to access it and discover the source through writing. It is very unnerving as I have never felt this way.
Spenser Bennett
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Spenser Bennett  26/M
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   cgembry
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