Dark December Poetry

darkness digests the soul
hitting suddenly 
grinding bone
thinning skin
falling like a cold rain
from so far above
but only present when it chills 
the kin of tears
cold blood
there is the want 
for the breath of day
the darling imperfection 
of one more chance
where bitter is sweeter than dark
and even my damaged soul
might seem beautiful


angelikadevlyn said…
Oh, I love it, Nix, grim, dark, icy - the last three lines really round it up well!

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