Cold Nights

Walking under a full moon I feel the icy wind cut through my clothes, chilling me to my very core

Seeing the trees blow in the wind as I walk  to a bonfire were its the warmth that my weary body craves

Resting my broken body by the fire I see my reflection in the flames as they flicker, so does my tormented soul

Looking back at me through the heat and soldering flames is the innocence of a youth and I see now that I am that same person crying into the nights air for a way out

Reviews

[Goodbye]

Just a little typo on "Soldering" should be smoldering maybe? Or I could be totally off base...

Very, very expressive poem, I feel you wanting to find the joy and freedom of the child that still resides inside.