Happiness has left
like the passing of seasons.
Spring has bloomed and wilted,
Summer's heat has chilled,
Even Autumn has disappeared, like leaves in the wind.
All that remains now, is the harsh loneliness of a freezing icy storm.
Winter has come to stay.
And i fear, it is going to stay for a long time.
I can feel the ice, on my hands, through my gloves,
cold slithering and scraping up my bony limbs
to my warm heart, chilling it to its core.
All is numb.
I've lost the ability to feel.
The cold has a tight and unforgiving grip on my soul.
What do I have to live for? I guess i'll have to find out.
I pull my jacket closer and shiver,
and then slowly drift and disappear into the merciless blizzard,
searching for something, anything, to melt away the ice in my core.