So Cold So Alone



Eats 
The Heart 
Has neared 
Completion
The laying 
A terrible bed
Not for rest 
Or refuge  
More terrible 
Than ever 
Imagined 
There is 
No way away 
I must repose 
In the
Bed that has 
Become as 
Burning 
Lies 
Coals lighting
A truth 
Of false 
Trust  
Belief in 
Kindness 
Spreads 
Choking smoke
Concealing 
The flames  
Words of love 
Flutter, soft 
And dark
As silken ashes
More fool 
Am I, to
Repose on 
Burning lies  
Soft coverlets
Of ashes 
Shadows 
On ashes 
Nightly words 
Written 
And sent
In bad faith. 
My hopeless 
Hope
Snugs 
Fiery emptiness 
Close
Morning will dawn 
Cold and true 
While 
Eats The Heart 
Pretends 
Drifting ashes 
And a bed 
Of coals 
Are the comfort
Hidden by
Blowing smoke

So Cold So Alone
Agawela October 5, 2022 
ⓒBearspawprint2022
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