Cold

dVerse

Can’t you see it’s all absence?

Cakes of ice remaining here

‘Can’t’ is now the only word.

Country under white blankets.

Carved initials beg for help.

Carry all the corpses home.

Coping mechanisms fail.

15 thoughts on “Cold

  1. Lucy says:

    Ooh, this is kind of apocalyptic with these lines:

    “Carved initials beg for help.

    Carry all the corpses home.

    Coping mechanisms fail.”

    But, truly, it’s a solemn piece. Very well written.

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