The winter breeze,
Brushes my face,
With the bitter stinging cold of all things.
The wind,
Swirls,
And burns the frozen sand deep in my lost eyes.
There is no cover,
No one to run to.
I think of you,
And a tear freezes a lonely trail down my cheek.
My emotions shattered,
I stand.
Alone,
In tattered rags,
Beaten by the freeze,
And live in a world of
Solitude.
