Monday, October 15, 2012

Snow

Frozen
Resentment settles in bones
Cold, I will become the snow
Blank is bitterness
And the horizon is colorless
Grinding teeth, frustration powders skin
Fists locked, my gaze icy
Envy is not green in anyway
I will consume this world
Small flurries are my words
A jealousy whiteout consumes thoughts
Storming are my actions
And I will bury you
Under the drifts of white
Layers of pain and spite
I always wanted your life
The ease and grace that came so freely
Everything I have had has a price
My conscious or my soul
Mouth dry and breaths icing my lungs
A small blizzard I will become
Offended by your sight
A dark blemish on my perfect white horizon

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