Watching, my eyes saw the swaying limbs
thin and starved by winter winds...
Dancing, like moving cracks on the window,
Through which I did stare.
Imagine, the image so morbid above as I gazed.
unnerving to the anchoring blood,
drying up within the veins of my limbs,
much like the branches that sliced the air...
The roots dug deep into my back,
and the anchored blood began to freeze...
My vessels, destroyed by glaciers,
of icy blood, that once flowed.
The travesty, of the bullet plunged into my heart,
whose beat slows, and withers and fades.
Too and so soon, the loss of my life...
Now I play the game of patience...
Your descriptive imagery is beautiful! Have you been composing poems for a long time now?
it's been a work in progress since around the 7th grade and I'm a freshmen in college now haha
I wish I couls add this to favorites 200 more times
Feels so twisted inside...its pretty original!
this is interesting. i love the visual aspects of it... i could see and feel it all happening. very nicely written.