He wraps himself

In a woven wool blanket he stole from a picnic table,

Readjusting it on his rough skin

As he dreams by a fire.

 

Sheltered from ice

In a stone cave that 

Feels like a freezer,

He confronts the demons

That drift into his thoughts.

 

He could never escape them.

 

Startled by a sudden sound,

He rises off the stone floor

Fearful of the day ahead.

 

He scowls and growls

At mouth of the cave.

The ice outside

Invites him to experience its bitter cold

With a touch of sharp wind.

 

He reluctantly accepts,

Knowing no where else to go.

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