Thursday, 9 December 2021

IN THE BLEAK MID WINTER

 

I’m not looking for a white Christmas

For my life is already a cold place

Bleak and forbidding

So I have no need of snow

Carpets of white everywhere

Winter fills my every day

My life is perpetual winter

Because you have taken my warmth

You were the heart of me

You sent the blood coursing through me

You were the sun in my sky

Now my life is tundra

And I am just a frozen husk

To numb to exist

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