Frozen Blood, and a Promise Kept.

By Echoes of Orpheus

"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
-Dylan Thomas





There is no comfort to be found
in the arms of ghosts;

and yet he finds warmth on winter winds.




It seems when our minds are tortured
we let our bodies follow suit
so they won't be tormented alone.

This man was in such a state
that pain
just wasn't pain anymore.











He knew it,
knew that she deserved more than him.
Something more divine than human,
somehow.

He knew he wasn't enough
and always feared,
always braced for the day
she would see that she could do better.

Someone not so imperfect.

But it was too late,
he was too deep,
too in love.

Too much of a romantic;
with a heart he had restrained
far too little.




He was already dead.









When the snow stopped melting on his skin
and began to build,
he described and defined the feeling to himself
as soothing.

Even now he was keeping his promise
to an extent she never considered
when she asked him to never bleed over her.

He felt his veins trying,
Heard his heart dying.





But he didn't move,
that man.

Dying on a park bench
in the middle of the night.

He didn't move.



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© 2008 Echoes of Orpheus
Published on Thursday, October 23, 2008.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • ArcticWolf999 On Monday, November 28, 2011, ArcticWolf999 (55)By person wrote:

    If you were to ask me..he was perfect. Beautifully written.

  • Leith Plunkett On Friday, October 24, 2008, Leith Plunkett (239)By person wrote:

    (When the snow stopped melting on his skin and began to build,) That is deep. such a feeling of being overwhelmed. Lovely write as always

  • Narcissa On Thursday, October 23, 2008, Narcissa (404)By person wrote:

    There is a place where I weep when I read your poetry...sad or happy...you always touch me.

  • Fantecstasy On Thursday, October 23, 2008, Fantecstasy (122)By person wrote:

    And cold words fill my heart with cheer, I love these unhappy endings. Another piece of great work. *tips hat*

  • A former member wrote: just a wonder at the man covered in snow, heart frozen in ice glass to shatter as the pigeons peck his toes. *hugs* poor frozen beast. he has no heart to be called man, frozen in his prime

  • Echoes of Orpheus On Thursday, October 23, 2008, Echoes of Orpheus (359)By person wrote:

    I'd call him a man. A man who, in a way, I'd be able to understand.

  • Sketso On Thursday, October 23, 2008, Sketso (436)By person wrote:

    ...someone not so imperfect...

  • Sketso On Thursday, October 23, 2008, Sketso (436)By person wrote:

    quite moving, had me gripped through to the end, and spawned a million dark thoughts... would that I could find the stillness.

  • disposable On Thursday, October 23, 2008, disposable (105)By person wrote:

    omg so sad. great write, although the ryhme-eyness of it in the middle was a little distracting. excellent thought and execution. write on...(p.s. love the dylan thomas lines)

  • Echoes of Orpheus On Thursday, October 23, 2008, Echoes of Orpheus (359)By person wrote:

    Thanks for the feedback, I was thinking the same thing and had a backup line ready.

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