COLD

You are my winter, snow inside.

You are all around me, in me, I cannot hide.

No release from the cold, but still I move

No escape from myself, my love you prove.

The lights in the distance, I see them,

But I cannot reach, cannot find

Can’t get out of your grasp

Running through the ice that is you,

Shield I, myself, If not I’d rue,

But feeble arms can scarce defend;

They almost seem to mock, pretend.

The lights in the distance, I see them,

But I cannot reach, cannot find

Can’t get out of your grasp

And my soul cries

As my body dies