The Torrent

Seven years by, the torrent of ice persists,

freezing the bones of a galaxy that resists.

What brings you to that frosted edge there,

where nothing but cold, claims the ancient and bare?

Snow drifts pile between the dim blue stars,

swept by the gale, and kept by the cosmic scars.

What told you to come to the end of it all,

where the black cannot answer your call?

Critical errors bind you beneath the white lake,

paying your debts for what you take and take.

What have you done, what have you wrought,

upon your own mind; this ruin of thought?

What does your face betray, that you deny?

Though the veil still feigns hate in your outcry.

The weight of the ice is suffocating you,

dragging you past the drop-off's view.

Into the depths of an ill and murky fate,

were you destined to be lost of any trait?

The torrent continues; in death, it insists,

and in every space of time, it exists.

Author's Note

(Jaaka Taj)

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Anna Marie. Hard, direct and powerful use of words.
"What does your face betray, that you deny?
Thought the veil still feigns hate in your outcry.
The weight of the ice is suffocating you,
dragging you past the drop-off's view."
I liked the complete poem but the above lines. Gut-punching words. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry. I liked this one.
Coyote