Morning light obscured by the frosted memories;
time carries no sympathy for the remorse of
seconds traveling within my shivering hands.
I dream of sleep.
Attempting to free my mind of thoughts
by staring at the sunless horizon. Taunted
by clichés; these menageries clouding
I long for sustenance.
The refrigerator is full of food
yet, I am starving to death. Night
comes quickly, my body huddled in
fear of being alone.
This season will inevitably change
so I wait, patiently, for the next.