Shivering

Sometimes
it feels as if winter
is moving slowly through my lungs
and into my soul
bitter cold
heavy
and as dark as the shadows of the day’s light

Sometimes
when it is this cold
it feels
as if the world is passing me by
and I am left
shivering
with silent thoughts
that wonder
if this nothing that I have is what it feels like to be alive
chasing air
that will last but for a single moment
before time’s calloused hands
will once again
rip from grasp all that I’ve lived for

I find myself wanting to scream
to every deaf ear
that pretends to understand my words
but I am tired
too tired to care anymore
there is no way to stop the cold from coursing through me
and I want to weep
until life
is still
with quiet peace
and there no remorse for wasting today
waiting
for the never promised tomorrow

feeling the cold in this piece

You go dark with the grace of a man who sees the light...Very nice ((((Mig))))

Thanks leigh and teasing of course I must thank you as well

nicely done mig...as always...