blinded by white
cold burns exposed flesh
wind snapping at my coat
legs weighted a struggle just to move
the search for shelter endless
upon this plain
a blizzard of fire leaves it's mark
as a body unable to know touch
no longer feeling the cold
numb to this night
exhaustion setting in
falling to the ground
in acception of fate
for what it has dealt
the sight of black in the never ending white
with strength unknown
standing
walking
in a haze of frost bitten desire
for a life no longer needed
finally
shelter
encased in a tomb of pine
as a resting place inside my mind
time unclear
slipping from one moment to the next
night fades
into the familiar sight of days approach

comfort of survival in a pine box

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