Hypothermia

A sting of broken white
Sown into the past, almost beautiful
The new horizon speaks
Comforts and relieves, more than sensible

No difference 'tween night and day
No respite in the bosom of sleep
The air is too thin to breath
The weather's mild, perfect clarity

A lesson I won't forget
This gaping tear, a fountain of despair
Now, lick my wounds and dry
Your tears with the carmine strands of my hair

I drown in wintry thoughts
Cold and alone on cutting, icy ground
The gashes cease their bleeding
Frozen warmth, the world softens its sound

Snowblind
I see a single flower bloom while the others wait for spring

In death
And silent, tranquil peace, I hear a lonely raven sing



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