Sometimes I feel
As if life couldn't get better.
Sometimes I feel
As if I am lesser.

Sometimes I wish
That nothing could be unpleasant.
Sometimes I wish
That this wasn't the present.

But sometimes,
When my world has gone dark,
When the city is nought but a spark.

I start to wonder
What it was like before
And what scars it has in store.

And sometimes,
Through these rushing thoughts I plunder,
I loosen the grip that my mind is under.
The hidden depths of those around
Calling, just waiting to be found.
I simply float from myself, at last unpinned,
Becoming the shadows and the wind.

And let myself be free
So that sometimes...
I am not stuck inside me.

The winter chill creeps through my bones,
Strangling the warmth,
Gripping my soul.
I wander alone through the blistering cold,
The wind picking up and chilling me.
How I yearn to be near a fire,
Its warmth melting the frost that lies thickly upon my heart,
And seeping through the cracks of loneliness.
The land around me is barren,
Not a single soul insight.
Grey snow crunches beneath my feet .
Time stands still,
My breaths appearing before me,
Fogging my view.
A mist encircles me.
I give up the futile battle of fighting the pain,
And I let Mother Nature take hold…

A blanket of snow envelopes me as I stand a statue,
Waiting for Death to take me.
Greeting as old friends we walk together,
Along the path that leads away from the dreaded cold.
But just as we reach the end,
Death banishes me back to Earth.
For I do not deserve the luxury of the afterlife,
I do not deserve the sights of the promised pearly gates
Heaven had been denied of me!
So I stand alone again,
The cracks opening up inside me,
Numbness relieving me of the tiredness,
Of the stress,
And of the longing that bear me down.
So I stand alone again - in the icy grips of Mother Nature...