The hollow scream
of an unending wind
greets the ice in my marrow
The heaviness of my hand
against the chapel's thick glass,
pounding the reflection of
a stranger’s face
Several decades?
or several hours?
I've been drawn
to a light that
now floats out of reach
The callousness,
oh God,
of the warmth that
I can
almost feel
I know
I know
I know ...
The bitterness yet congeals
into pellets of lead
lodged through my soul
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 10:29 PM UTC
The hollow scream
of an unending wind
greets the ice in my marrow
The heaviness of my hand
against the chapel's thick glass,
pounding the reflection of
a stranger’s face
Several decades?
or several hours?
I've been drawn
to a light that
now floats out of reach
The callousness,
oh God,
of the warmth that
I can
almost feel
I know
I know
I know ...
The bitterness yet congeals
into pellets of lead
lodged through my soul
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