Desolation
I want the snow to fall.
Thick and heavy,
forgiving
blanketing
covering our sins
and the shattered glass
of hope.
I walk barefoot through
the winter of my soul.
I leave red tracks on the ice.
The clouds are pregnant with it
full heavy bellies
while I am
thin as a rake and
hungry.
When the snow falls,
my red hair will turn white
my red feet will be covered
I will be pure
and clean.
And I will forget
and be forgotten
in the snow.
The blood will freeze in my veins
I won't bleed anymore.
And soon the place
I have made for myself
will be covered by the
merciful
obliterating
snow.
Thick and heavy,
forgiving
blanketing
covering our sins
and the shattered glass
of hope.
I walk barefoot through
the winter of my soul.
I leave red tracks on the ice.
The clouds are pregnant with it
full heavy bellies
while I am
thin as a rake and
hungry.
When the snow falls,
my red hair will turn white
my red feet will be covered
I will be pure
and clean.
And I will forget
and be forgotten
in the snow.
The blood will freeze in my veins
I won't bleed anymore.
And soon the place
I have made for myself
will be covered by the
merciful
obliterating
snow.
