dead of winter

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the day is misty and grey.
morning fog rolls in
the window pane sees the bitterness on the  horizon
cold, damp, and dull

it welcomes the rain, the weather longing for warmth
still water forms puddles and the cool wind hovers,
overwhelming me with thoughts
happy and sad.

my bare feet is numb to the snow begging to cover the ground
my arms, coatless, sleeveless, lay motionless by my side

eyes, forward,
 a piercing light gets brighter
a satisfying feeling
it glows even brighter
closer,
brighter

then it hits me, literally
the chill made me feel even colder as if it were even possible.
cold to the touch

i can't feel my legs, my hands,
i can't feel anything

i only see darkness,
the darkness i've longed for

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