Rime Covered

Neural winds flowing empty

unable to latch on to anything worthy

scouring the land for better rhymes and worldly

ideas, but rime covers neurons, unthawed and murky.

Rivers of Ice with solid surfaces and grand

trees usually in green expanse

but now covered in thin sheets of bland

ice, freezing even the driest of sands.

Cleverly placing heavy bars and grading

lines on heavenly feelings and scaling

rhymes on floating words and cadence

shrines the overall feeling, but patience

dines on unknowing people but they once had

time on their side for clearance

of thoughts with perseverance.

Now cogs no longer move

The machine no longer looms

Nothing produced, might as well be a tomb

Until something raids and brings back a boom.