Category: Writers Block
The dream freezes in a sea of obsenities
The eve of quiet reflections
Left in the heart of the hollows
The penetrating blackness makes the cold harsher
The mist falling in silver strands
Down a neglected hill side
Visions, vacant eyes of light
Holding no emotion
No comprehention of this winding path
The embers dance
The silence like poison in my veins
I collect myself
And sleep in the haze
I swallow my tears
And keep bleeding.
This is deep, dark, and cuts to the bone, and yet it's such a well-written piece of work. You have a gift for emotional symbolism in your writing that I hope stays with you all your life!
I agree. the title caught my interest, and the poem captivated me. It was dark, was cold, was,... I don't know how to describe it but it was beautiful. great work.