Sitting restlessly still Idly passing time All these circles I've walked All these days cycling by To keep a front of peace I've constructed all these lies And if I reach out To touch a wall It'd shatter Who am I lying to Telling myself I'm frozen to the core
Each weak breath I breathe, although not warm Holds the life left within me Escaping my mouth The misty vapour condensing Tracks down the frozen walls and Drawing my gaze Freezing once more And if I touch these frozen droplets That lie on these walls surrounding me They'd melt and freeze again Too used to this cycle of Lifting walls around me again
Walking in circles I see where I've lied What I've chosen as home And What I've chosen as life I've lied to myself And my eyes continuously search for that which I deny myself
And the temperature of these walls I understand the most And the temperature of these walls are what hold me close Hold me together All other ways and choices of life lost on me
And I realise I realise all these lies that I latch onto Held tightly in my hands What my arteries and veins pulse for Upholding a universe under my skin The desires etched into every strand of DNA Fading from within Desiring a warmth out of reach A warmth never felt
I originally published this under the title of 'Freezing life' but just discovered the word Xyst and I felt the contrast fit beautifully...
Just had a read through my drafts and this poem fits more and more in place