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
Comments
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I find this poem creepy.
I like the way you referr to being in the ground and waiting, it gives it a mysteriouse eaira.
i am glad you got rid of your writers block, i hate them, lol.
i find when i think of things to write i sit down at the beach and watch the waves, it gives me so much inspiration and makes you feel alive!
Anyway heres me babbling on...
great write.
keep the fab work coming
love
chardonnay
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