Long cold blue days,
The Sun hides behind,
Letting the cold whoosh over
Got no blanket to hide in,
Stripped off every shield,
Cuts made even on the naked,
The burn and chill all at once,
Going down an abyss,
Stitching the torn bits,
Climbing slowly the steps
Only to fall right back on face
The very soul screaming,
Pain, misery unbearable,
Longing to break the cycle,
To vanquish the looming darkness.
Yet steadfast in pursuit of dreams,
Holding on to the slipping hope
That the long night would be over
And the Sun would rise tomorrow.