Cold Days

Dark days seemingly desperate to stay
chilling my bones.
Out the window snow sticks to the ground
the promise of cold
my heart slows.
The sun is hidden
behind thick gray clouds
my eyes seem to know.
The sea is angry, lashing at the shore
my hands are numb.
As I leave
I walk, I wander
I thirst.

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