Like the night, lifes' silence can be such a cold passage into thoughts and tears.
Upon the blades of grass,
Darkened by the cold
Of nights and days
Long forgotten.
A sense of passage
Into other worlds of winter's
Dreary misconceptions, bleak
And void of comprehension
For those who sleep
And for those who weep.
The blackness we seek
Shreds the flesh and bone
Deep into the yearning cries
Of nights far too senseless.
Poetry by JK Fisher
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Written on 2015-11-30 at 08:14
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Bleak
No frost has scamperedUpon the blades of grass,
Darkened by the cold
Of nights and days
Long forgotten.
A sense of passage
Into other worlds of winter's
Dreary misconceptions, bleak
And void of comprehension
For those who sleep
And for those who weep.
The blackness we seek
Shreds the flesh and bone
Deep into the yearning cries
Of nights far too senseless.
Poetry by JK Fisher
Read 779 times
Written on 2015-11-30 at 08:14
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