everything around me
is growing cold
a dark, black ice surrounds me
the frigid friendships once blazed
a passionate vermilion
but now are a dull, lifeless
grey
like my world
it is a dull, lifeless color
I am a dull, lifeless color
no sign of blue
because of the absence of red
I shiver now
and I can see the puffs of my breath
hot against this cold
we're frozen over
all of us
great glaciers and icebergs
drifting apart
in the choppy sea that is
existence
and I wonder
have I always been so
breathtakingly
alone?
I've always been the type
to stand in a crowd of strangers
family, friends
and be completely alone
but sometimes the crooked smile
and twister fingers
of utter, creeping loneliness
pinches and pulls at the frays
of my sanity
and I wonder
how much longer
can my stiff, cold fingers
hold on?