Climbin.metal
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I consider myself more of a fiction writer than a poet, but once I read my poetry, listeners reveal themselves from the woodwork and ask me to produce more poetry.
From my standpoint, I get more enjoyment out of working on a paragraph for a week, than I do from compiling a poem. Anyway, I would like you to read the following and get your feedback.
"Frostbite"
Frost nips at my legs
Chilling to my bones
Feels like they will shatter
Trying to get home
The ocean erupts upon them
Deep blue and frigid at the core
Its icy fingers gripping back
Taking my legs, for sure
Struggling down these frozen trails,
Littered with devilish horns and tails,
Trying to go home
My legs go black, as a matter of fact,
And I fall on the trail, all alone.
When I awake, I’ve sealed my fate,
Now crawling to get home.
From my standpoint, I get more enjoyment out of working on a paragraph for a week, than I do from compiling a poem. Anyway, I would like you to read the following and get your feedback.
"Frostbite"
Frost nips at my legs
Chilling to my bones
Feels like they will shatter
Trying to get home
The ocean erupts upon them
Deep blue and frigid at the core
Its icy fingers gripping back
Taking my legs, for sure
Struggling down these frozen trails,
Littered with devilish horns and tails,
Trying to go home
My legs go black, as a matter of fact,
And I fall on the trail, all alone.
When I awake, I’ve sealed my fate,
Now crawling to get home.