Wednesday, September 4, 2013

I feel as though I should
fade
Static dust on winter's edge
I cannot just wait
still ever
Or the freeze will hurt from
within
To my outer layer.
Just go if you have no
knowledge
Whatsoever of the state I am in
That freeze will just
blow
You in
And let the
Petrified trees engulf
The night thoughts of
impending
wicked ignorant things,
assumptive--
Let me be in this
cold
Of your arms
If you will not know me
so
Find me, and not
The shrouding frost.




~Aberswythe