I sought for warmth,
for everything was cold.
Slept behind the hearth,
where cinder unfolds.

Wanting not to freeze,
I fought for the heat.
But the cold wouldn't cease,
no sign of defeat.

I hunted for remedy,
in the coldness of my plight.
but even tears were frosty,
and zeal was out of sight.

In no time die did the flame—
it left me shivering.
I searched who was to blame—
an image of me was standing.

So it was my flesh indeed,
made of winter and ice.
Caused by unbelievable creed,
of heat and sacrifice.

Used to passionately burn inside,
now the embers are dying.
When numbness and pain collide,
there's no use fanning.

©FortressMeadow
06.13.2015
10:28