Watching the snow fall,
chilling my desire,
waiting on a sign of hope,
dying embers in the fire.
Trapped like a beast,
within the blizzard of snow,
food – scarce
my bones begin to show.
Poetry and Occasional Randomness
Watching the snow fall,
chilling my desire,
waiting on a sign of hope,
dying embers in the fire.
Trapped like a beast,
within the blizzard of snow,
food – scarce
my bones begin to show.