My Chambers Poem by simon mohlala

My chambers are running dry.
It is not you i am crying for.
It is the heartache i am longing
for.
I despise the love you
subconsciously built in my
chambers.
Go on! ! Climb the table
mountains, i'll crystalize in the
ambers.
Thanks for the ride.
No more you need to hide.
I already saw tomorrow, so our
future is in the past now.
Oh My dear! ! for your sunshine i'll
let my veins freeze in the snow.
Your presence always gave my
hands frost-bite.