Frost

After I had reached the core, found it was so hard to breath


I cannot keep on remembering how there I entered


Suddenly the fear endured throughout the past became little tranquil


Surmounted there in the heart wobegone started to feel a cold wave that enclosed 

anamnesis collapsing in to a direful hollow 

where a mild, genteel form of silvery stratum filled in


and  kept back the old, specious touch


The touch that killed more dreams than a fire would


For now I think to wake up knowing that I am safe under it’s cover lying over, is enough


And I see no reason to remember anymore what is defunct 


But that’s a good reason to forget

still holding onto what made me forget, beneath this unfallacious frost..

~f.h.

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