“Freeze”

By Morning Star, April 2023

No time.
Freeze the room.
Now bites—
Winter burn.

Slice through with a jagged knife—
I capture
sight
of you.

I fear a distant dance—
The wolves,
the air,
its chill.
The clash of stairs,
a break upon the pillow.

I hear the call—
an echo of
the wolf
who comes to me.
He sits upon the moonlit hill
to set the badger free.

The hare lies still,
its heartbeat fast,
a winter’s cheat
beneath the grass.
But still—
the shadows roam my mind.

October’s gone,
but once again
you creep into my life
and sever me.

Why?
Once a child to slay—
I grew.
Now once again
you speak no truth,
you play your evil game.

Take what you will.
The wolf is gone.
The moon won't light the way.
Disappear—

But when the frost
of winter chills appear
I see you still.
And frozen there
in fear—
you ****.

I cannot free the deer.
It’s too late.
I’m too lost
in fear.

No time.
To freeze the room.
Break away.
Ice.
Frozen fall.

Wind is listening.
Soon.

Now the crimson waters start to flow again—
And I can hardly sleep.
Pull me through—
For I am not
Who I used to know.

But stranger things
still haunt my mind...
And I’m
Afraid
To go.