Here is a starvation -
a place where every connotation is lost
left to wonder if the cold is all that’s left
and to hope that we can choke down another chance
Frozen branches are cold fingers
Cutting heavenward away from me
lingering, as only regret can linger
to capture all I feel
Here are starless skies
pasted of everything from my skin and bones
to make a business of leaving holes
in me, where your eyes
hold on to all I know
Dark shivers of a lonely feeling
fleeing away from the wisps of sleep
to speak words in a breathless sort of scream
as love is torn from me
Here are night seasons
wandering along the fault lines of my heart
here are four hundred and thirty four reasons
to give up on this war
Author notes
written from my heart, and the phrase "night seasons" that I heard in passing somewhere this morning.
Times are cold, now. But I'll wait it out.
-Thefallout
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Frozen branches are cold fingers
Cutting heavenward away from me
lingering, as only regret can linger
to capture all I feel
Favorite stanza. This was really moving. Good job and good luck.
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