A cold apparition walks through dead trees.
Seeking a prevalent comfort in the freezing breeze.
Unable to answer how he got here, question his existence.
He recognizes the dreaded solitude through silence.
As he is free from the chains that bounded him through life.
But all the while, love is all he wanted.
And now as a lonely apparition, he will never experiance it.
Life?
5 comments
this is really good
Thanx 🙂 just something i thought of lol
HOLY SHIT! *waves at published poets* ‘you call that poetry?’ *points at Brandon’s poem* ‘Now THAT is POETRY!’
Great job!
haha thanx. Wierd tho
weird is good and smoking HOOOOTTT!
-_- I’m high on cloud nine. Gotta savor this happy moment.