Old House ~ Photo by Patrice

Cold is my heart
As I face the darkness
Brooding there
In the deep bottomless dark.

No remorse comes
To save me
No salvation
Takes my heart.

Just cold anger
Seething
Storming in my mind
Waiting to rip apart.

Anything
That dare face me
Stand and challenge
This coldness in my heart.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019