My Angst Has Died
It lies somewhere in the snow, adrift upon the cascading mounds.
Crystallized upon the surface.
Climbing ever so higher toward the atmosphere.
Dissipating into fine powder.
Lost in the mind.
It yearns of warm climates, bursts of sunshine, no footsteps upon the paved areas.
It wants to be cared for, caressed, not cluttered, not fallen, not fine.
Dawns of solitude, “enough,”,it cries, “enough! ”
Look beyond the superficial. Look beyond the layers. Climb deep within my skin. Feel the trembling heat. Burning. Yearning.
Not yielding, not wanting these days of old, of slipped bygones.
Forgotten songs, immersed and buried in the snow.
Somewhere in the mounds. Fine white cold powder dust.