The Frozen Wind

The frozen wind flogs,

a bloody greeting

from the winter traveling gracelessly.

And the icy fingertips brace

not as a sobering freshness

but as a chilled

sweat.

Nightmare drenched,

frostbitten and numb.

Falling and never reaching

what you thought

would come so

fast

Reviews

[alesuriko]

Vivid imagery, I like it. The flow could use some work but the atmosphere and tone is wonderfully explicit. Good description, good poem.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Love the vivid description.. and , man, you are so good with metaphors.

Chloe

[Not A Writer]

Would be cool if this poem was a little bit more clearer. Anyways good job and good description.