Sorrow is my company,
not welcomed like a friend,
but tolerated like a presence you didn't invite.
Its not safe or happy, I've just forgotten how warmth that lasts feels.
The company strangles me, I'm suffocating,
drowning in ice.
Another breath comes, another tear, another moment.
The winter wanes on...
I have nothing to do but wait,
no strength,
no stamina,
only wait for a spring,
not to hope, but spend my life waiting.