ColdA Poem by Bearcub The FirstShivering I sit A blanket of lonleyness and hollowness surround me I feel the tendrils of cold creeping upon me The sun shines down on my face The cold surrounds me slowly Slowly it pulls me into the shadows Crawling to find a way out I pull my self out of the shadows to find the glorious sun The cold is pulling at me with such strength It pulls at me like an addiction I want to leave but it is tugging at my mind I was convinced i was beyond this point of lonleyness But i find myself back were I was at It slowly grasps my consciences Pulling it down into the depths of myself again I see the once dark spaces i called my life It is creeping around me once again It is hunting me down like a pack of wolves How do I find my way out How do I get out
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Added on February 27, 2008 AuthorBearcub The FirstTroy, MTAboutI am a very open person to anything, and everything. I love writing, i may not be that good but it helps me out when things get rough, Music is the fuel for my writing it is what helps me put words o.. more..Writing
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