May 2016
tread lightly on the frigid ground,
or crack the ice and quickly drown.
I died a long long time ago
in hell-sent, burning, freezing snow.
it felt like heat, the cold that blew.
and why it did I never knew.
or crack the ice and quickly drown.
I died a long long time ago
in hell-sent, burning, freezing snow.
it felt like heat, the cold that blew.
and why it did I never knew.
I have major writer's block so I've been writing poems where I just don't erase at all, they don't make much sense
