I feel it.

It’s not quite a breeze.

It’s a wind so frozen and so thin.

I feel it.

Something that does more than just nip

A wintry needle that pricks toes up toward my chin

I hear it.

An empty creaking

The whine of a constant open door

I hear it.

A slow deep echo

The dripping of ice hitting the floor

I smell it.

No stench anywhere near

It’s fragrant like a garden or soft grass

I smell it.

Yet it’s earthy and warm

And lingering while I walk and pass

I taste it.

It’s just as it feels

The simple oats and vanilla mellow

I taste it.

But it’s not creamy or hard

It’s metallic, but gushes in a flow

I see it.

I see it.

It’s as black as the sky is infinite

The dark is so clear and so empty.

I see it.

It stretches from plain to plain

It’s a dim flicker the sits around me.

I feel the cold for no warmth can be found

I hear the repeat of my own heartbeat

I taste nothing but pain and sorrow

I see a small light and I hope for tomorrow