Sorrow

Sunken...

Deep within the crevices below;

hard like granite,

soft like snow.

--

Fallen...

Pillowed in a blanket swimming white,

but red and cold.

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Heavy...

Heaving breath,

moving slow.

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Despair...

Casted down in shivers,

smothered in calm.

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Sorrow...

Trickled in,

opened to winter doors.

Another one of those odd poems floating around in my head... Only this one is a bit more... gloomy.