Breaking
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Slowly, but surely,
that icy, chilling wind passed by,
coldness elicited upon the beat.
His haggard form cut a lonely shape,
his forlorn silhouette a pain to see.
Amidst the tormenting blizzard,
steps of his never failed to gather pace.
Yes, yes.
The realisation of truth,
the courage of a man.
The scorching coldness,
he can endure.
Yet as snowflakes awaited, dead,
his heart was breaking,
his eyes were moistened.
He longed for an understanding,
an understanding that never came.
The chill warmed his dead self.
Or heart?
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