Winter On the ground

I WALK THE COLD AND LONELY NIGHT TRYING TO MAKE SENSE OF

WHAT IS RIGHT

WHAT IS WRONG

THE WORD < WHY >

THE WORD < FOREVER >

AND MOST OF ALL

THE WORD < DIE >

LIVING NAKED IN A WINTER WONDERLAND CAN BE A FRIGID LIFE

LIKE MEETING ON THE INTERNET

STRANGERS/FRIENDS/LOVERS/NOTHING/

BROKEN PROMISES IN FAR AWAY LANDS

SNOW COVERED FLESH NOT WARMED BY THE SUN

NOR CAN THE WINGS OF ANGELS ENFOLD ME

AS I AM NOT FREE TO BE EVEN TOUCHED BY THEM

NOT IN THIS COLD REALITY

I HAVE TO WALK STILL IN THIS WINTER SOUL CALLED

I

SOME MAY THINK THAT IT MEANS ALONE

WELL THERE ARE MANY SUCH AS ME THAT

HAVE FELL INTO HELL TO FIND IT IS COLD

LIKE A WINTER FREEZE

THAT SOON TAKES YOU DEEP INTO

A WINTER GROUND OF DEAD REMORSE

FOR WHAT YOU DID AND WHAT YOU

MUST DO

AS TIME IS A PLACE OF BITTER TOUCH

REACHING OUT PULLING YOU INTO A

DEEPER SIN

INVITING YOU TO COME TO A PLACE

THE VOICES SAY

“ARE YOU COLD?””

“COME IN AND WARM YOUR FLESH”

HELL IS A HOT

DECEIT!

I AM COLD

SO I WALK

I TURN

I BURN

LIGHT FLASHING IN MY MIND AS

MEMORIES ARE SLOWLY MELTING AWAY

THEN I AM TOSSED BACK ON THE GROUND

OF A COLD WINTER DAY

I’M GIVEN MY ASHES OF MEMORIES TO WATCH 

AS THE WIND TAKES THEM FAR AWAY.. 

WRITTEN BY: ME:  11/2/2007 Jeanette Beakes

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