The cloth wrapped around my crumpled form
Silence fills my ears.
I wait for the cycle of norms
That entangles all my fears.
Eyes rusted shut, I cannot meet the rays
Which fall upon the curtains
And all that’s there to start the days
Of which, I am not certain
To reach out of my pleasant state
I do not seek with vigor
As seasons pass the torch of fate
Leaving me stained in rigor
Heaving off that calid spread
With effort straining will
Leaping up to slide the thread
Away in such a thrill
Arising to gelid air so surreal
I managed to revive
Once more and feel
The strength of being alive.
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