A cold front coming

A cold front coming

Grey skies

My dead-eyed

Straw-filled head

Empty of pleasure

Lost treasure

Was never found

In my dead pool

The wickedness

Of detachment

The enormity of loss

So many have suffered

Alone

None should ever do so

Come together

Build a fire

Burn my bones

Thaw my sorrow

Left frozen

Far too long

Sheltered in the deep

With no perception

Of the impact

Of the cold

Roll away the stone

Open my dead eyes

There is a human

Trapped inside

He is

A prisoner

In waiting