"Winter Frost" with Adagio

Like the fridged winter air seeping into my skin,
I watch as the ink bleeds through the paper from my pen.
I turn words into visions and visions into words.
Poetry sets me free like the air flowing beneath the wings of the birds.
As I look up at the sky,
I pray that my gaurdian angel would whipe the tears that I cry.
I stood in front of the mirror.
Thinking if I closed my eyes my thoughts would be clearer.
I rubbed my eyes, but when I opened them all I saw was my face all askew,
as if the emptiness inside of my soul morphed my reflection into the firey darkness that I always knew.
I felt the fire burning me to the core I set it free unconcered with the cost.
Little did I know the flames were turned to ashes in the winter frost.
Burried deep within my dangling threads,
I'm drowning in the tears that I've shed.
Maybe what I'm missing is human connection.
It is me.
Intangled in the webs of my mind's reflection...