Terrible are the times
Foresaken
In front of me
Married to the anguish
Instilled, harboured
Within my history.
When it is vanquished
Laid to rest
Then and only then
Will living really begin
And loving be
The best.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Coldness creeps deep inside
Seeping in, no way to stop
No way to hide.
The pain, the icy freeze
Creeps and seeps
Ruthless in so deep.
Cuts through warmth
Leaving stark cold blind
To any kindness, feeling
Harboured there inside.
Coldness creeps, seeps inside
Freezing all
No where to hide.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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