These poisoned days
Breathe fire with hollow sighs
And whispers of disappointment
Burning all over with cursory glances-
Yet the fingers are icy- icicles
Smudging the pages of an existence that was
Carved- so perfectly
Because the light is gone, I don’t know why!
These poisoned days watch lifeblood trickle
The streets with sorrow- with soda
With ice, all hail- the days we were happy
And did not know.