With tired wicks quick to burn my lamplight
Freezing, chill this cold is presumably never ending
I wish I had some brilliant, genius, warming insight
If truly I die take thy soul to heaven’s sending
The stars of winter are moving clockwise
Make this wick be forever content
Strike a match with embers that truly harmonize
For truly Father grant this prayer I sent
Make this cold, dark burden acquiesce
My racing thoughts are cold hearted
The Northern Lights seem to phosphoresce
The Grim Reaper’s hourglass has departed
Hopefully my only wick starts verily burning
And this freezing cold stops churning
About the Creator
Lee Roby
I published Trigonometry Simplified on Amazon. I like to write fiction as well as non-fiction. This is all a learning process for me and as I progress through this maze called life hopefully my passion and writing becomes greater.
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