The chill from the silver mist,
Krept over my frozen body.
My skin like ice,
My heart like stone.
Rigid, unable to move.
I lay in the silent dark,
Forever as I crumble to dust.
Silent and waiting,
Waiting for others to join me
In eternal silence,
With only the smell of wood and mould
To accompany me for the time that passes.
People mourn above for the loss,
And dread the day they will join me,
In eternal slumber.
Author notes
This is the first poem I wrote in a few months, just had a writers block for a while. If you like it, great. If you don't like it, I don't care.
Please tell me what you think
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A shiver went up my spine when I read 'with only the smell of wood and mould', mould toldly disgusts me...lol. A very dark piece, with strong imagery. A well written piece. And good for you for not caring if other's don't like your writing.
Just a little note Krept is actually spelt with a 'C'. =]
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