a place that used to thrive, long ago, in distant climes,
the rays of sunlight barely raise the heat,
the freezing mists cling to uncovered skin, a tear turns to ice,
in this the home of the shattered heart, of love long gone, a place that bites.
The distant sun, an aquantance of better days,
its searing heat a memory to me, its warmth barely caresses these peaks,
the moonlight, the only friend in sight, a companion so to speak,
alone in this glacial seclusion, the bleak expanse,
A withered dormant feeling, a place of no romance,
The silence, not golden, makes my thoughts louder,
in this abominable, piercing confinement, i flounder,
until the day the bright sun breaks through, finds its heat to lay on me,
a day i hope wont delay in arriving, to bring its warmth and passion,
to set my heart ablaze and set me free from this depression.
thanks for reading,
kyle.
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