Ant Smith

All poems

Winter

It's so cold, it feels like it's, snowing all around
And there you are a drifting through your battle lines
First you lose all track, of the sense of any time
Then temporarily, you, find that you are blind

There's something crystalline in the corner of your eye
These melted hail pellets deprive you of the sight
Nobody should be forced, to, watch their world die
Relentlessly the winter will bury all in ice

Promises shatter faster than cold brain matter
Under the pressure of isothermic hammers
For nothing withstands the, creeping freeze of this land
Not even the man, that has, his heart in his hands

The desolation spreads to the visible edge
Desolation running in the veins of your legs
Nowhere left to run to when everything is dead
Hope springs eternal that one day you can forget

Winter's soothing dark embrace
Winter's ruling end of days
Winter answers he who prays
Please make the feelings, go away

This winter cools down the cruelest of pains
Until it is time to live it once again