Stark Winter

The cold seeps in like a drug
Coursing its way through my veins
Settling deep into sinew and bone
Possessing its own heartbeat
This frozen wasteland of mine
Starving for a recognition
That will never arrive
And these latent convictions
Solid as a block of ice
Yet chipped away by circumstance
By a monumental love
Stripped down and shivering
In this indiscriminate wind
This blinding, frigid night
Wrapped around me like a tomb
Its grip as unforgiving
As a day without sunlight
In the middle of stark winter.

Sam