Loneliness.
(by Tian Qing Yen)
Empty corners,
Frozen window panes,
Shrapnel raindrops;
Pitter-patter, softly,
Hush the trees, hush the wind,
Fall asleep
Immortal loneliness.
Your steps too loud,
Your breath to cold,
Your fingertips a ghost
Taunt not this old, wretched heart.
Terrorize small
Teardrops into slipping
From their cages
To freeze in your
Deathly grasp;
So immortal
You do not live.
So intense,
You do not forgive.
But spare me the ephemeral tantrums,
The swaying of the trees,
The craving in the breeze,
Does not retract
Its icy claws from my chest.
Cold air
Drawn in,
Seize me from the inside
Don’t let me live.
Loneliness does not forgive.