In the early dim sky, there were no feelings,
I looked up to see a crisp grey backdrop,
the only warmth was led on by my breath,
every inhale I take, the more warmth I lost,
every exhale I let go, the more life slips away from my lips,

I looked down to stare at the black shaking ground,
I look up and stare out the windows,
I don't see the portrait of the sun like I usually do,
it doesn't greet me like it usually does,
it can't greet me because the clouds are sniding their frustrations,
I saw the reflections of the pillars across the icy waters,
across the scattered pieces of thin ice, it was cold and dead.

I was not able to find peace in my haven

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