Fever

The temperature is falling

Like every day before,

And I still do not see how

I can locate the door.

 

I'm crawling hopeless on the ground now,

As my limbs freeze to numb.

Just calling for a way out,

As my hope fades to none.

 

My heart cannot race now;

It gets slower every day.

I'm lost in the fog of abandon,

Oh, I only wanted you to stay.

 

I feel the breath of agony

Just begging me for more.

And the monsters, they echo,

Off the creaking of the floor.

 

Despite the dead of winter,

This feeling of depression,

I feel only fever,

For your love is my confession.

As I look for the comfort

To take my eyes from your depart,

I can only remember

That we will never part.

Because the rising of my fever

Can calm the roaring of the storm.

Because although I'm falling,

I still hear you calling,

And although I'm dying,

I will always love you.

 

 

Author's Note

This is simply a poem I wrote about loss. I hope you enjoy!

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

Yes, you certainly get the feeling of 'loss' across. Identifying with the weather works well - ' the rising of my fever Can calm the roaring of the storm.' A well written poem.

[Seth Armstrong]

Thank you, Astri! :)