Through the ice.

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Pécheur, Mar 17, 2009.

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  1. Pécheur

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    A broken wind hits me,
    Branches smack me in the face,
    My hands feel numb,
    I am alone in this place.

    The path ahead looks muddy,
    Leaves blowing along the floor,
    My toes getting colder,
    The feelings I can’t take anymore.

    Alone in the coldness,
    Lost in a world of emptiness,
    Feelings all caught up inside,
    No where for me to express.

    The river is so quiet and still,
    I don’t have to think twice,
    I let the anger go as I lay,
    And I fall freely through the ice.
  2. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Member Safety & Support SF Supporter

    Brilliant poem :)
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