I am tired of being alone.

The words' icy edges pricked and prodded
the insides of my lungs, ******* the dry air,
leaving with an aching hollow chest.
Each letter etched itself into the sky,
morphing into the surrounding fog.
Feet sealed in place, minds of their own
refusing to forge on to my desolate pilgrimage.
So tired. Bones crying from exhaustion,
eyes sighing with relief as I shut them.
My only company, the thin air and
damp fog, embracing me.

I am tired of being alone.