Coming down, out of the clouds
Fingers cold, mind loud
Winter screaming her beautiful chilling edge against my skin
Darkness seeping in to clefts and folds of fabric underneath my chin
Windows opened to the world, scavengers waiting
Out of the cold, in the warmth of their parasitic hiding places
Suck on the joy, the pain, the movement of thoughts across my face
They gain strength on my soul
Yet I’ve always been strong enough to withstand them
They won’t be here long, just enough for the ride down
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem