Comfort

The air is harsher

And the cold freezes my heart

With the barrenness of winter

It’s beating stops

The blood doesn’t kick start my limbs

My brain is waiting for neurons

Amidst the silence of in-activeness

I can hear my clattering bones

I look for warmth

Rubbing my hands for a while

But my body goes numb

And not a single degree in me rise

Can’t feel home

Fighting the lack of comfort

The stitches pain even more

Can’t take my mind off the hurt

I shiver and think of the dying sun

Ignoring the clouds covering it

With the horizon pulling it closer

Thinking of it hovering over me

With the lacking comfort of quilt

And the present being haunted

I remember all the things in the past

That I took for granted

I don’t see the beauty of life

Neither the bright yellow of a falling leaf

The hope, as dark as the night

Is slowly dying inside of me