Silver

To lose my freedom
In the white I am afraid.
Gray cracked skin
I wish to keep it far at bay.

To lose my passion and my vigor
Left like an empty bottle,
Gross—
In dull aching head.

Don’t lose me in the silver.
Lose me in the white.
The gray.

I’ll wither in the wind, the frost,
Forgetting what I loved most:
Don’t leave me withered in the wind,
Lose me in the holy white...

Decrepit withering away

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/9lpeuh/my_little_will/?st=JN3UN6UM&sh=90d951c7

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/9myc4q/the_beast/?st=JN3UG1XF&sh=ea047e28

Any and all critique welcome, hold nothing back