Winter Despair

July 3, 2013
On the first hour, all feels alright

But it is only because the danger is far out of sight

The desperate need for warmth is overrun with feelings of hunger

Your mind at this point has no more wonder

Try to imagine happier times, filled with laughter and love

But the memories slip away like a newly freed dove

Only your frost-bitten hands remain to curse your life

This is the only kind of strife you will ever know

Winter Despair

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