whiteice

The autumn
in my time
Goes to my
End to
You put
Me before
In late summer
To the chaff
Of mockery
back

Something else
I have
about me
Even on
the trip
in the
silence
Of the snow
to the
Lifewinter
Never expected

Only good
that my
Heart in whiteice
in the basement
Of the mind
freezing
Remained

To the
Monstrous
Blemish
I am mortal
Am up
to the end
to suffer