Allgemein, Poetry

Cold Breath

Your iron will,
Your mighty power,
It’s all gone
Within an hour.

What’s left is just an empty shell,
Enough to feel,
Enough to experience living hell.

Haze is spreading in your eyes
They are no longer able to disguise
The fear that’s creeping in your spine,
Death that whispers you’ll be mine.

So many years your might was uncontested,
You’ve never been tested.

This change it happened so fast.
But you,
You fought until at last.

So many things we could not say
Until your soul
it went astray.

 

© Virginia Stone