The air has become too cold
Inhaling the solitude with every breath
Insides have started to hurt
Cold grips the every crevice of the body
Once there was sunshine
Now, only the overcast conditions
All the flowers of hope have dried
A forlorn garden remains
The stone walls have become a dungeon
Every passing day, they come closer
And constrict the movement
Time is running out
Before every beautiful memory is pushed away
Windows have become a one way passage
Last bit of hope escapes
Whole world is shut out
And this soul left a prisoner in the house
Cold bed welcomes the weary soul
The logs are damp with tears
And the fireplace was the last resort
To burn away the remaining memories