A Frosted Feeling

by Cayce   Jan 16, 2013

I fall
into an ocean of cement
as the longing loneliness
begins to eat away
at what's left of my emotion.
In this onyx
I'm an apparition
searching to find
a purpose,
a miniscule
to keep roaming this realm.
Because truth be told,
is on my breath.
And the chills I feel
keep shaking me awake.
Warm breath
is all I long for.
But this cold Janurary sunrise,
has other things in mind.


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  • 7 years ago

    by Darren

    Love the 'onyx existence'

    made me think for a moment,

    onyx is shiny? but very random,
    all appears good on the outside but there is a world of confusion on the inside?

    Just a guess.

    Then we go on to the 'fear of death'

    such an opposite to many poems I read on here. so many people embrace an afterlife a heaven etc...
    what if it doesn't exist?

    I love the whole despair/confusion throughout

    great write well done.