#pleasedonthurtanymore
the cold breeze crawls against his skin
powerful enough to give him goosebumps
but not the kind he's been searching
he treks against the snow, hurriedly
as if time is passing by too fast
and he's afraid he might fall behind
his constant worries trail him
like an unwanted game of hide and go seek
except he is always being found
he longs for the sun, an image
destroyed by the constant winters
that ceaselessly plague his mind
but he doesn't need to hunt for
what he already has in
the palm of his hand
all he must do is wait
for the snow to melt
and spring to come again
where i will welcome him
with open arms, like the ones
he so desperately yearned for
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 9:22 PM UTC