A Warmth Remains

Outside There is a cold Which pierces every layer Finding flesh And chilling Right to the bone Inside There is a cold as well Which finds its way through all defenses Bereft a source Undefined in destination But pervasive in all There is no motion No gale on which the chill arrives It is a … Continue reading A Warmth Remains →

With Only Absence

There are still And perhaps there always will be Periods in which All that is Fades away Leaving only grey In these times It can feel Like there is little left As we struggle to find Meaning and purpose Some semblance of what was In a world far removed All we have come to know … Continue reading With Only Absence →

Nothing

Somewhere At some point in time Far from where we stand There is nothing An inconceivable paradox Of vast formlessness Yet all too familiar in concept Represented endlessly In the magnetic hum I cannot help But wonder At the prevalence Of such a distant notion When we die Will we deviate and disperse As rays … Continue reading Nothing →

Spectre Still, Remnant Only

Oh, formless void That lies Behind auburn eyes You hold such power in that realm Yet you know not the responsibility that comes as such And so your power weakens With every effort you make To exert control Spectre still Remnant only You are not whole You are not well And never will be So … Continue reading Spectre Still, Remnant Only →