�Black Ice�

My smile hides behind
The blood that runs around my gums

My eyes dart about
Breaking the silence with the flash of lashes

The cold air is still and heavy
So it hangs and sharp pains every part of my body

The season of Winter
Breathes ice and black into so many lives
It can’t wait to get it’s hands around your neck
It can’t help itself as it enjoys the mess of death

There’s a coffin waiting silently by the roadside
You can never see it, but you know that it’s always there.

 

Reviews

[Gary H]

Slipping and sliding, the perils of life are very apparent here - on the surface there's a sheen that life can do nothing but fall. Winter also brings unhappiness, the old knarled character sitting by his heater eating up his last feelings of being alive, slowly fades, he is alone and has no-one to say 'forgive me' to before leaving this mortal coil.

The skater, meanwhile, may have that smile whilst he stays upright but he may discover fate too.

[Lee E. Powell]

I don't know anything at all about poetry, I can only tell what I like and I really like this. So dark! each line strong.

"There's a coffin waiting silently by the roadside
You can never see it, but you know that it's always there." ...That was awesome!

[Rick Puetter]

My God, Steve, this is nice. Well, nice is not the right word. It is powerfully written and deep in blackness and depression. I don't detect anger as another reviewer suggested. It is just the deep angst knowing that death awaits all. "It can't wait to get it's hands around your neck" and strangle the life out of you.

Short. Concise. Powerful. Very nice--there's that "nice" word again.

Kindest regards,

Rick

[Silver_Moon]

anger... i can feel it in your poem... dark... but it's nice. :D

Keep up the good work! :)