Winter’s Depth

I can feel her ice cold hands, as she lays them upon chest

Deep within my core, I can feel the winter’s depth

Her eyes are big and wide, and she smiles as though to say

All of that is me is but a spec, which will soon wither away

I can feel the winter’s depth each time that I’m alone

Isolated and apart from the place which I called home

She says she loves me and that she will never leave

The lies and the tales she spins are but deceptions that she weaves

I can feel the winter’s depth with each stumble and each fall

I can feel the winter’s depth each time I start to crawl

Deep within my soul, I can feel the winter’s depth

As she swallows me whole, taking any part of me that’s left

How I yearn for winter’s end, for her to finally take her leave

As I long for summer’s warmth, the joy of which I can’t conceive