A poem in honor of the cold winter first day of 2018 by ThePrintupList
STORY
Short in life a hawks wing flys
Landing slowly upon my own demise
A withering arch of a tomb of thought
Echo fever of a mind so taught
Pause
My head turn -
pause again to see
Pain is gone but atlas is me
Sands fade down a hallow glide
d
o
w
n
goodnight
Awake in sleep wonderful woke
A node to earfuls though abode
Sun beams across sphynx eye
Blind me twice
twice
in time
Still again today is born
Begin again tomorrows scorn