Lingering
Lingering
Far away, I saw light,
the sky was coloured,
In shades of orange
Like drops of paint in white.
Sitting over a pile of corpses,
Like my old dreams,
I was quenching my eyes,
With hope and wishes.
Leaving behind fairy tales,
I limped over the ice,
Frosting my feet numb,
But it became dark again.
My veins pricking me,
As if punishing for my decisions,
Then came another morning,
And I walked a little more.
Basking in its warmth,
Wondering if I can ever reach,
But that night,
My teeth chattered little less.