What a painful sight
It is to look out of my blinds
Only to see a blackened sky.
It smothers me in a blanket,
So cold that it burns,
Only to stop when I'm about to fold.

I wish you were here
Next to me to hold,
To keep me out of the burning cold.
To kiss the wounds away
Even during the day.
To keep the darkness at bay,
And together we'd  win this fray.