Inter the Cold
Fortress of peace ...
dark entrance
Graduated depths,
steps icy
No more emotional eruptions
just volcanic slumber —
Something inside has died
Quiet brood ...
at what price came this cursed silent relief?
Left with only a lonely penance,
seems the calculations weren’t heartfelt
Wavy shadow movements increase
Flickering regret moments,
tears dripping ... briefly melting Arctic attitudes
Aurora nightfall gives illuminated rest,
as smouldering rage slowly cease
Wind whispers listen at a frosty distance,
creating such tranquil space
Gathering calm
beckons a cavern catacomb soul to go
where another rappel elevated heart went
Open mountain air ... no secret crevices
for the solitude to hide
Inter the cold,
and let the cooling revive
Let the northern exposure erase
all of the igneous pain
As the buried passion escape ...
feel the snow peak
kindled heat,
and watch the bonding of the flames
borealis rise
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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