February Shivers (Hi-U)
How does it feel then,
to have the crossroads beckon,
and just ignore it.
The will must be there
prepared to light a fire,
from glowing embers.
Numbness has broken,
the senses, now subservient,
pure obsolescence.
A dream's glaze topping,
washed off by teary grimace,
now gone forever.
leafsailor
a interesting poem ,i know this feeling ,i like this very much because asks the answer in ,then explains, well done we will welcome spring,no?
a interesting poem ,i know this feeling ,i like this very much because asks the answer in ,then explains, well done we will welcome spring,no?
I suppose that would all depend on how strong one's will was. Nobody wants to pretend they're not at a crossroads when they are. A thoughtful write, a bit sad. Like that fog that leaves the beach cold. tfs