Cold and alone,
Winter cultivates inside me
Where she freezes my broken heart.
A desolate void,
Tendrils snaking outward
Silently rending my soul apart.
Emptiness.
Despair.
Wandering listlessly, afraid
Apathy seeded throughout me
Promising a fresh start.
The futility of it all,
A fleeting look at stolen dreams
And canvas devoid of art.
Loneliness.
Unfair.
Weak and trembling
I pray for succor
Guide me to the Holy Grail
That I may drink and be healed.