forbidden fate
siberia snuffs out the flame
winds cascade through hollow doorways
the dirt between our bare feet is infertile
so our olive tree bares no children
silence plagues our lips
our eyes reflect a vacancy
the hairs of my arm stand
but they just fail to reach you
patches of my skin climb and falter
projections of blood ridden war emerge
i’m enraptured by your metallic embrace
yet this warmth only makes me colder
kept tight between groves of the future
the mystic has run short of lines to read
her crystal ball has shattered neatly
with shards embedded in your paw
@lycalias
Yay new writing 🌷🌷😊🏆
You've painted your words like a very sad and powerful picture, Your poem really pulls my heart in to experience very mixed emotions with you, where you feel a biting cold that briefly turns warm, only to become a harsh chill again. This contrast draws us deep into a profound sense of loss. With your words, you've captured that feeling of helplessness in the face of fate, and how silence can speak louder than any words. Your use of images like war and a metallic embrace gives the poem a really impactful dimension, making it a truly unique piece of art 🎨 
