The blank nothingness
Of my daily life
Settles deep into my bones
Like an intense winter

Coldness that cuts past
Blood, past flesh, and
Inches its way
Into the deep marrow

Of my soul.
I feel it pulling at me
Like a child tugging
At my coat

For my devout attention.
My soul is tattered
Like a wind sock
And sways crazily

In the freezing wind.
I cannot get back
To myself.