Coldness - Poem by Nosheen Irfan
The cold is settled, deep in me
My thoughts are numb, beneath
the heaps of snow
There are no stories in the skeletal trees,
no songs in the frozen lakes
What should I write?
What should I sing?
Everything is buried in a fog,
the past, the present, and the future
I can barely discern, my vision is overcast
No flowers grow from depths of heart,
no birds fly in damp thoughts
I'm lost in a winter haze,
wandering through a misty maze
The earth is cold, the sky is grey
I'm digging into the ice-land
For words, for songs
For thoughts, for dreams.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
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