Snow

Naked trees
against a twilight sky
Snow cloaks
their sable boughs
Sorrow
has settled
on my heart.

Sorrow
has settled
on my heart
covers me like an icy blanket
already
I have frozen inside
already
my resistance is numbed
already
its small little stabs have grown too accustomed
for me to fight them.

What keeps me
from saying
Strangle me
in your blanket
for dying
seems easy
compared to this pain
Like stifled birds
on broken wings
half-formed thoughts
brush my mind
my red blood
to colour the snow
my red blood
to thaw the ice
a futile outcry of life?
no point in this either
and I am weary
where all seems meaningless
what keeps me from saying
wrap tighter your blanket
what keeps me from saying
I want to
sleep?

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