Struggling as I drag myself through the hot snow,
Enigma follows me, cloaked, hidden, and low.
Lifting my gaze with fake pride and confidence,
Enfolding my fear in a shroud of pretense.
Noticing soft hands, gentle and warm,
A stranger’s touch breaking my form.

She cups my cheeks—I cannot feel,
Yet somehow I sense that this touch is real.
Her hands are burining while touching my tissue,
But I notice, there is an issue.
Suddenly I hear the wind flow of words,
But one stands out, whispering, I LOVE YOU.

I have no eyes, yet I must see,
The void's dark grip is haunting me.
No longer lost in others’ truth,
I'm swallowed by this empty ruth.

I have no mouth, yet I must scream,
Starved for food, for water, for dream.
Life slips away, cold and stark,
No lips to warm me in the dark.

I have no ears, yet must I hear,
My heart beats pain, my pulse is clear.
They mock, they whisper, they conspire,
Love’s sweet breath will never inspire.

I have no skin, yet I must feel,
No human warmth, no chance to heal.
I can't touch her, though love’s in sight—
Forever lost in endless night.