Winter Volume

What winter brings beyond its icy beauty.

Photo by Obscura Odessey on Unsplash

So the comforting numbness has come,
to whisk away my anxieties and hurt.It is too late when I realize,
it has also come to rob me,
of my ambition and inspiration.
Leaving me to dance on a precipice,
with no attachment to either outcome. 

And the lady Night has brought stars of peace,
to ease my aches and regret.
It is not too long before I am chained,
to a nocturnal paradise none else are welcome too.
It is a measure too late,
when dawn brings a forlorn reminder,
that a place with none welcome, 
is a place where one walks alone.

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