A Cold Winter’s Game

Ignorant souls

I see them wait

I hear their shoutings above the train:

“Miss, you must learn to let It go

repel from satiating control.”

Trembling lips

I let them show

I whisper-mumble cryptic blows:

“Must we tolerate these childish game?

hide inside from seeking rain?”

Tired eyes

I touch their leak

I taste the pain suffocating me:

“My delicate imbecile, you must know

Hell will freeze over before I let go.”

Stained hands

I smell them tense

I feel them shake wrought-iron fence:

“I must fight before it is too late

ignore the notion that this demise is my fate.”

-April, 2012

~ by candyshele1204 on April 15, 2012.