Quiescent Animation

The cold wind cuts through like sharp swords The quest for shelter reveals closed doors When will the pain end and the world see the thaw of spring When will the birds begin to sing Life has come to a standstill in this tundra frozen Leaves clinging to trees in desperation Winds blowing mercilessly and howling with glee Watching near corpses of animals flee Icicles like knives looking for an opportunity to strike To pierce hearts with their sharp spikes Even blood doesn't flow in this sub-zero world It just freezes in the wounds like a story untold Summer will arrive as surely as there is day after night But what about those who have lost the fight What is the best that can happen after the winter does go Maybe the blood in the wounds will begin to flow