Sepulchre of Snow

VirginiaPoe

In the night I hither and thither

In hopes of growing fonder

Of the darkness that I do wander

With desires to grow accustomed

To the situation of “My Grief”

 

These city’s street lights love

To play tricks with my shadow

It waxes and then grows narrow

With the additional company

Of those watching “My Grief”

 

The snow banks ever upward

Threatening to upon me spiral

I downward struggle in denial

In a blunder to reunite

Postmortem with “My Grief”

 

The stone tablets project themselves

Through a temporary layer

Another burden they must bear

Although they remain quiet

Respectfully silent for “My Grief”

 

I find the sepulchre to which

I am most unwillingly familiar

Finally I sit down near her

Once again love is reunited

Passionately freezing “My Grief”

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Self-deprecation

Writing used to be my escape

A tonic to heal me when I felt faint

Now I realise that it was a trick of fate

To catch me blinded in my head-strong trait

Deceived to think that it would be an open gate

Only to realize that I’ve rushed in− I’ve taken the bait

That’s why now, my very soul is the one that I most hate

To Haha はは

I’m penniless

On my knees

Bones bout to break

Panting, wheezing

Time fading away

It’s hopeless, useless

No reason to keep

On living if this is

The only way

.

.

.

But then you come

You were there for me

Before anyone knew my beginning

You carried me

Nursed me to strength

Clothed and fed me

When I had nothing to give

You gave me reasons and purposes

To continue to live

.

.

.

Thank you Haha,

For giving me everything

And expecting nothing

In return

Niall

In passions deep I stare at her

And wish that she would turn my way

A glance is a mistake I will take

If only she blinks at my cheek

And meets my gaze in full

Perhaps that’s too much to ask

But I can’t ask for nothing less, always more

I feel like she’s the one

That I’ve always been looking for

Someone that is at my par of intensity

Pardon my insensitivity

Of your personal space

Which I’ve breached so many times

But how long will it take

For my eyes that have long invaded

Your quarters

Before you make a counterattack

To ravish mine?