T <br /> The chill that defines these resolute waters <br /> Is the one delineation of separate distractions. <br /> The graceful floating turmoil <br /> Complicates te obvious. <br /> Setting sun, closing eyes, <br /> The lies obscured by shadow. <br /> Here in the simple cold I relish the comfort of nerves. <br /> Free of definition, <br /> Explanation or infraction. <br /> I wait out the flurried waves <br /> And drench them in my focus. <br /> Returning favors--robs me of my lies <br /> And I'll rob you of your sight. <br /> You will always be blind to that which becomes me. <br /> You will always be denied <br /> What you try to take away from me. <br /> And I will trace the map <br /> Of your devastation all the way out to sea.<br /><br />Christopher Turner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/simple-cold/
