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.
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