Winter soul
the winter in my soul
never been thawed
by the hopeless
sunshinegolden rays cleaves
through my window
not touching my cold skin
or my colder soulicy fingers poke through
my bones
pilfering the remains
of my humanitynights turn over,
yet again
full of meaningless
masked in meaningsand I lay in heaps
of yesterdays memories
never catching the glimpse
of light in this darknessyou close your heart
and eyes - &
stay blessedly
BLIND...
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