Cold Dread A feeling so frozen, it bites every thought, It keeps reminding me of all the times we’ve fought, When I’m alone and thinking, I’m down, It leaps across the room, from my shadow to my frown. This Cold, so used yet feeling so new, I’m confused as I search in my mind for you, And every time your down trodden form appears, The Cold has infused in me new dreaded fears. Why should I be left alone? Do I tempt fate? Did I let go? Is my loneliness what I create? Afraid, all of a sudden, of losing an already lost you, I spring to me feet, sobbing, wondering what I could do? Where were you now to comfort me? In which mist were you hidden, barely seen? Were you right there miles ahead? Or was it just another fear? A Cold dread? Realizing it to be my illusion, yet so sublime, I fall in failure, once again, yet one more time. How many times over shall this be enacted? This horrid scene I hate, in fact and It’s nothing more than what I want to run from, Leave, before the Cold Dread has won. Your comments please...
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