STANDING IN WINTERS TEARS
COLD, FRIGID AND STUCK
WATCHING MY BREATH ESCAPE IN BURST OF FOG
WANTING TO MOVE BUT I CAN’T
THE WORD SPINS IN A BLUR OF COLOR
MY IMAGINATION TIRED FROM SPRINTING
EYES ARE TOO SLOW, LIKE LOOKING AT A HISTORY BOOKS TIMELINE.
THE DAYS PASSED AND GONE, UNABLE TO TRAP SENTENCE TO SOLITUDE
AN UNFILLABLE GAP
MY WISHES ARE UNABLE, IMPOSSIBLE TO OBTAIN A SIMPLISTIC TOUCH CAN RUN BLOOD THROUGH MY VEINS.
I’M A STATUE, FROZEN IN FROSTBITE
THIS IS THE WAY OF MY WORLD
MY WAY OF LIFE…………
11:37 AM
SEPT 5TH 2020
