Frozen

The winter of my soul has finally dawned… As I had always known it would. The slow and steady chill of recent years, The gradually deepening snowdrifts of sorrow, They have hardened, frozen, deepened, Honed their glittering silver blade And plunged it, At last, Into the failing core of my frost-bitten heart The wintry poison has been injected The fatal blow of ice has been dealt And where once my heart followed the rotations of the sun, Now it knows only the purest and darkest of moonless Nights Even now I feel the life-sapping chill begin to spread, To unfurl its gleaming white fingers Tentacles of ultimate cold that travel languidly, Serenely, patiently, Through the chambers of my spirit’s decrepit housing It will not be long now The fires of my heart are wet and smoldering embers… The light of my eyes has been extinguished And I all can feel… Is the penetrating, numbing, merciless cold of my poor soul’s Winter…