Escaping Life’s Cold Grip

On mortalities dark quest

visible now my breath.

As words now I confess

for the cold I do dress.

See me I am fleeting

all these rhymes repeating

to sides I am cleaving

while a sad grip is leaving.

Words past and to come,

I see where they are from,

my senses they do run

in my heart there is some.

Callous is the raven,

tell him he is mistaken,

for harbinger is taken

because death’s a maven.

I’ll dance this dance

my warmth I will enhance

this page in a trance

this pen has it’s chance.

To capture my mind

as I slowly do divine,

things I would not hide,

rather atoms combine.

Despair I do see you dull,

I’ll split you as I do cull.

Twisted now I am full,

my heart now life pulls.

I am right despair’s power

does leave me by the hour

returning what once was sour,

with this heart I do not cower.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. kristianw84 says:

    Gah!! I am so in love with your poetry, Jared. Seriously, you’re the next Christopher Poindexter!!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Kristian, that is the kindest thing anyone has said to me. Seriously, you dont know what that means to me. I try to be honest and you make me feel so happy to be honest. Thank you.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. kristianw84 says:

        Aww. I’m glad! You;re very welcome. I meant every word.


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