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.