It's too hot,
It's too cold,
Runs right down to the bone.
The water falls,
Burning away my mind;
Clouded by steam I'm blind.
Freezing breath rains down on me.
You've never felt this alone
With a shadow on your back.
Goldilocks lies.
The delicate balance totters constantly.
Hot and cold are forever opposing.
Alone in the water I see the darkness.
Inside my mind lurks a figure,
Behind the curtain it grows in the cold.
Icicles of claws trail down my back.
Pooling at my feet the dragon spits it's fire.
The splashing echos it's power;
Only time can tear it down.
Too hot,
Too cold,
I feel it in my bones.
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The Anchor
Short StoryA collection of original short stories and poems. Most using extended metaphors and figurative language to express emotions. I apologize for any grammatical errors, feel free to kindly alert me in the comments.
