Cut to cold

so..in the end, where it all began......
my soul yurns for warmth, but it only shivers,
my spirit seeks safety, but it only quivers,
my eyes search diligently, but are only blind,
my ears listen intently, they are only deaf,
my voice cries out, but is never heard,
my pleas for presence are deemed absurd,
my heart beats on cut to cold
so.. where it all began, in the end....
my soul yurns no more, only shivers,
my spirit no longer seeks, only quivers,
my eyes search no more, but remain blind,
my ears hear nothing, just a constant grind,
my voice is gone, silenced for good,
my pleas have stopped, masked by this hood,
my heart beats on cut to cold..


David Paul Hartman
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