Daniel Richards - The Flaming Cold

I stand motionless
Against the cold
Now that the flames
Have taken hold
My final fall can’t be delayed
From the highest freedom
To the pits of dismay

I crawl and I call,
No words at all
It so surreal,
I can’t see
But the air so cold
I feel

Its times like these
That fill my eyes
With the air so cold around me and
Racing thoughtful highs,
I could not see,
The world below
Nor
The world before me

Words spoken with no sound at all,
I sit,
Surrounded by the cold
Extinguished are the flames
Which once had taken hold
No im frozen
And broken
From the cold

Waiting for the flames melting hand
To come and hold me,
Shelter me from this cold
Hearted land

I had lost my sight
And no-one knew,
The toll it would
Envisage onto you
With my final flight I won’t be delayed
Letting go off sorcery
Speaking mumbles I cannot see

Daniel Richards

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