i stand on sheets of ice,
my cheeks the cold air bites
i wonder what happened;
to lead me here tonight
in the absence of the light
alone, and unhappy
there is no end in sight-
no land, safe and dry,
to rest my weary head on;
only coldness, and the quiet,
and my sadness, like a giant
what have i become?
Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 1:00 AM UTC
i stand on sheets of ice,
my cheeks the cold air bites
i wonder what happened;
to lead me here tonight
in the absence of the light
alone, and unhappy
there is no end in sight-
no land, safe and dry,
to rest my weary head on;
only coldness, and the quiet,
and my sadness, like a giant
what have i become?
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