Thursday, December 18, 2008

Poem: Wait

Lost in time
Frozen still
A heart sans soul
A fever’s chill
Once distraught
A nail for bed
More than not
A cloak to shed
A second skin
An albatross
A nightmare played
On a bloody cross.

3 comments:

Robyn said...

am tryin to get the feeling out of this piece ill read it one more time,study it deeper,i like the way you write.

Poetry in the Global Box said...

Thanks...Sometimes it seems cynical, but really I am a positive person. Thanks for reading!

Poetry in the Global Box said...

Thanks...Sometimes it seems cynical, but really I am a positive person. Thanks for reading!