Tuberculosis

Winter decimates the strongest of men.
The ice’s parasite will pull you down
Below the surface, and then, only then,
Will you be permitted to scream aloud.
It won’t help: winter’s claws will cut your throat
Murdering you ‘til ev’ry ounce of strength
Is sapped from your remains. Is the winter
Eternal? Will the end remain unsent?
In time, the winter has no use for you;
By then, your carcass will have thawed the ice.
Though claws retreat, the injuries remain,
Scars from a war that took away your youth.
You might find some life returns to your eyes,
And, in time, you might remember your name.

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About DickensianJack

Born in Wolverhampton in November '93, moved to Huddersfield in September 2012. Studying at the University of Huddersfield. In love with the town - simple as that. As for the blog itself, I've been doing bits and pieces of writing (with varying quality) for a few years. A friend suggested I start a blog to share my work. Most of the stuff on here is poems, but there's other work interspersed on the page. Feel free to leave any comments on my work. Twitter: @DickensianJack (Jack Dickens) Facebook: www.facebook.com/dickensianjack Cheers, enjoy.
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