Cold
Cold.
That's all I feel now.
No warmth.
No light to direct me on the selected path that is my fate.
My spirit is slowly losing its touch to the vast outside world.
Will I ever stop looking for a replacement light?
Will my spirit ever roam freely again?
Will the cold go away?
That absolutely unforgiving cold?
Copyright © Catrena Martinez | Year Posted 2010
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