The Snow is Dismal
Something in the weight of the wind carries the foreboding sense of suppressed emotions and infinite dread. Snowflakes, just an unnecessary freezing of water, brings about the unshed tears of the final days of you...and of me.
it's a dead sky above me. dank and dark, with the spoils of winter's wretched hand. I look to strength in my deadened flesh and find nothing but weakness and a fear. A new emotional state of fear. It gnaws at my spleen and my internal network. Unable to force it down and away...I embrace it.
there is nothing left to face in this world. A world I, myself, molded and welded with precision and care. It's lonely here in the smoky mists of the afternoon. I find the eternal pull of your soul. too far away to reach with trembling hands and trembling knees.
Movement isn't feasible here. It's just stone and me and the heavy weight of your eyes from somewhere far beyond the skyline.
I've turned my back on the ways of my youth, on the faith of my Bible clenching roots...But above all, I have turned my back against the beauty of the tragedy of you.
Such unwilling beauty cast aside to the splatters of brain matter against my skull. I am lost without you and yet I feign acceptance and serenity. perhaps I find the strength in your steady tug. The tiny tinge of pain that reminds me that you're there, s omewhere, just beyond the realm of my reach.
The snow is dismal and the day is fading...