Shiver

Down the shaft descended he slowly
Shivering his steps latching to the edges were
Losing a hold comes he close shivering

The cold is catching up
With his neck hiding
In the wrapping of
His new neck scarf

Shivering a child at the door of death hungry
Standing in waiting for the clock arms to strike
Timing is important still chooses the dying

What is of the place?

The cold is reaching
The bones and crunching
Their essence, teeth shattering
The body quivers, a quiver stands ready

An arrow hits the heart in the child
The unborn is dead once it screams
The hollow figure shudders in the corner
For he a fragment of thought is, manifests he

What is of ‘be’?

November 11, 2017

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About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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