Cold Part 2

Posted: November 26, 2012 in Poetry

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In the room again

Again my friend in my hand

My hand tremble at the pain

The pain is scary, intense, and torturing

And torturing my scars are

My scars are many, consuming my arm

My arm suddenly becomes heavy

Heavy hearted I stand

I stand as I hear a rap tap tapping

Rap tap tapping on my door? Who knows of my place?

My place is only known to me…

To me… and to no one else

No one else has ever come

“Come to the door” calls the voice

The voice, familiar, soothing, like an angel

Like an angel you enter my place

My place has been private for so long

For so long my room was my sanctuary

My sanctuary lightens with your presence

Your presence is awe inspiring

Awe inspiring and commanding

Commanding me to remain motionless

Motionless I stand as you take my friend from my hands

My hands are now free from my friend

My friend drops as you pick me up and carry me

Carry me out of my place in the light

In the light I no longer feel Cold

Comments
  1. 🙂
    Yah – least you continued the teaser.

    Weakling 😉 LOL

  2. gemini says:

    I am so glad you wrote this as a follow up to ‘cold’ 🙂

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