You pressed on my door and it gave way
I went out into the wide world with you.
The hills and cities you showed me
Blinded me by their beauty.
Smoke turned to shade and scraped me;
Shadows scarred the skin of my heart.
You touched my snowy skin
My blood was changed to frost
Inside my veins.
With your searing storm-clouds
You planted a fog inside my brain.
It sprouted and turned to ice:
Icicles grew up through cracks
In my wind-battered skull.
Your ideas cut like knives,
Brutally you wounded me
You wrecked and haunted me with your thoughts.
Left me empty like a house eaten by smoke
Ravished by fire from cellar to gable.
With empty windows and naked rafters
Blackness scarring all my beams,
I am a wisp swaying in the night air
I stare at the sky
I am waiting for you,
But I know you won’t come back.
My body will turn to rot
Mourning, my silver soul will die.
Hello, I am the author of an ongoing poetry collection here on Image Curve, and I recently published an eBook called “Em”. It’s a picture book for kids that I also illustrated. Click here to get your copy on Amazon: EM
buy Lëaf Ednïwinga’s book on amazon: Em: A Picture-Book Fable
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