STANDING IN WINTERS TEARS

COLD, FRIGID AND STUCK

WATCHING MY BREATH ESCAPE IN BURST OF FOG

WANTING TO MOVE BUT I CAN’T

THE WORD SPINS IN A BLUR OF COLOR

MY IMAGINATION TIRED FROM SPRINTING

EYES ARE TOO SLOW, LIKE LOOKING AT A HISTORY BOOKS TIMELINE.

THE DAYS PASSED AND GONE, UNABLE TO TRAP SENTENCE TO SOLITUDE

AN UNFILLABLE GAP

MY WISHES ARE UNABLE, IMPOSSIBLE TO OBTAIN A SIMPLISTIC TOUCH CAN RUN BLOOD THROUGH MY VEINS.

I’M A STATUE, FROZEN IN FROSTBITE

THIS IS THE WAY OF MY WORLD

MY WAY OF LIFE…………

11:37 AM 

SEPT 5TH 2020