Poetry

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That Cold December night… I can remember it now….

The night air biting at my skin, tearing it apart

Slowly getting colder & turning numb

I stop and study my hands,

I try to move the tips of my fingers with no such luck….

It seems to be that the coldness has shown my true colors

….. black and blue, the color of my hands… the color of my life



I begin to look around wonder

… wondering where has my life gone?

Flashes of light and bits & pieces of images are all I can show for my life



This coldness, the stars watching me

the black color in my heart and on my hands

the blueness in my eyes and over my body..

They all form together to spell out my warning call,

Red & blue lights flashing throughout my soul…

Letting me know I’m becoming too far gone



Will I follow? Will I give up my life?

“WHAT FOR?” I yell aloud to myself

“what can I do…” my whispers slowly freeze and fall to the ground



The warnings are clear,

I can’t mistake the flashing lights… but,

the nothing that I live by, the nothing that I follow…

the hallowing sound that quickens my heart beat…

…. Its all around me now… watching me,

I can hear their growls in the depths of my soul…



“what can I do…” I whisper,

my knees hit the ground & fresh snow covers my face

the tears that fall now freeze and shatter in front of my eyes

….. “yes….” the last breath I speak, one word… not much to most,

but to one… the only one… it was the one word He was waiting for….

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