The Cold Chill
I stand alone in the darkness and cover of trees
Losing sight of the world crumbling
The world mumbling
The world crying for help
I walk along under an old street light, watching my breath
I see a homeless woman
I let out a sigh
She has more strength than I
The moon is covered in cloud, as snow falls
A grin crosses my face
I forget about the disgrace…
About the forgotten place of my elders
Kick the snow
Crack an ice puddle
I walk home
And when I get there, I listen to James Taylor
Sitting in warmth from the cold outside
I look out frosted window
The world survives one more day
And perhaps tomorrow too I pray
- Nostalgiascape
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Expression in poetry (Both halloween and General)
The dark night beckons. Bear us your soul, it whispers. Expose your wicked delights. Join the rest of us on the wind. The dark night beckons and we answer. Sailing into the shadows.