COLD

Feeding upon the stony silence,

The cold is unbearable, as is the darkness,

I am shivering, my bones are rattling,

But my mind is as warm as a furnace.

Snow has started to fall,

The forest seems to be covered in white,

Trees have bent under their weight,

The lone house in the woods stands tall.

I am turning blue, the cold’s burning,

The wind is cutting into my clothes,

I can hardly walk on the path,

The silence in the forest is a warning.

Inspiration does not help overcome,

The tiredness, that has besieged me,

I seek a place of warmth and comfort,

To refill my energy and finish the task that is cumbersome!