Cold

by joetwo

I feel the cold rushing in

Freezing damp sucking what heat I had left

It is draining, heart-stopping and paralysing

Like the grim reaper’s scythe the frigid gusts steal life from my bones

Consuming what is left of my life’s energy

But something remains

A heart-warmth that continues to burn throughout this assault

An inner life that stands firm to the attack of nature

Keeping heat, hope, alive

Ready, waiting to reignite

To bring the flame of life to the surface once again.

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