The cold winter breeze

Held death in its wake

As it bites at the flesh,

Lending a foreboding fate

The bitter night air

Cuts the lungs with each breath

As the ground gives way

With each violent step.

My mind grows elusive

To weariful dreams

Ebbing ever so closer

To natures savage scheme.

With each brutal moment

I slip farther away

As I succumb to the light

Now guiding my way.

-Antony King © 2016 / Revised 2018



















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