A Cold DemiseA Poem by other_poem about addictionIt comes o'er me, like a glorious beam of sunlight, poking through on a cloudy day. Life; cold & dim; chilling to the marrow. It carries on slowly, steadily like the clouds-- drifting to disappear And then-- moments. Feelings of warmth. My pathetic, pale face fleetingly caressed; rejuvenated by the color. But, only for a moment. Leaving me searching in much desperation and much vain. To escape the cold. I find myself: consumed by memories, reviled for moving further toward escape. Leaving me in a much colder place than I could have ever even imagined.
© 2011 other_Author's Note
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StatsAuthorother_CAAboutI write rarely. I try and capture a feeling...that i guess a lot of people don't really see or just pass by. Underneath there is beauty--in most things. My goal is to try and capture that. I usually f.. more..Writing
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