The Cold

The wind blows soft whispers 

in my ear I hear the melody of the cold dawn

approaching so close I shiver inwardly

I take your soul in my hand and grasp it tightly 

not letting the cold surround you 'only teardrops on your cheek

 As you whither in my arms your head falls softly your last remorse on your lips

your childish glimmer all gone. 

Your face so dear haunts my vision 

I try to grasp this world in a whole new light

but cannot go on.

The cold comes for me day and night your eyes so pleading me to follow you.

I slip into a shadowy dream. Your laughter filling my ears 

oh what joy. 

I scream

Sav~

Author's Note

I just type it flows out.

Reviews

[Devesh]

I loved reading what you had to say: the imagery and metaphors were incredible. Just one suggestion: refrain from using 'ur' in the future. It detracts the reader's attention and makes the experience of reading much less enjoyable. That would be a shame because what you wrote is wonderful. Keep writing! :)

[Savanna]

Thank you very much :) I will try better to use correct Spellings. Im so used to texting. But again thank you :D

[Devesh]

You're welcome! :)

[Asif Bhat]

awesome piece of writing..... i liked it very much....

[Savanna]

Thank you alot :D

[Asif Bhat]

u r welcome....

[Lacuna Badtz]

The description is played out so beautifully in this poem. I love the how contradicting the last two lines are. It really hits you with the meaning of the poem. great job :)

[Savanna]

:) thank you

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Amazing, it reminds me of the iceberg from the invisible underground internet words that ghosts use to communicate almost undetected.

[Savanna]

Thank you very much, and that is awesome :)