Cold Life

                                                the cold snow hit my feet,

                              a burning sensation shot through me as I walked,

                                my feet weren’t the only things that were cold,

                                      my hands, my arms, my head, my life,

                                                  everything was cold.

                                          with a thin scarf around my head,

                                                        I pushed on,

                                                      I needed to live,

                                      I worked till the sun had risen and set,

                                              my vision was unfocused,

                                                        like my mind,

                                      And then the lights went out inside me.