Winter Palace

It's cold at night in the winter palace In fact,it's cold in the day With the chill of regret,and the frost of the heart that's froze disappointment in place Where once I basked in illusory light I find myself chilled to the bone So true,there's nothing that's lonlier than being ,with someone, Alone What to do?What to do?,with this Gulag that has become my life Imprisoned in ice, Entombed with despair, In a tower of unending strife Why?,would I opt to remain here? Why?,would I choose to reside? In a self imposed cell of my My making In this miserable cold here reside This edifice of Foolish choices Atonement,will it Ever arrive? To once more know Life is worth living, To be warmly,completely alive.