It’s dark and cold and I’m lonely.
The cold wind rushes pass me tearing my face apart with its harshness.
My hands are too stoned to move.
My lips are closed tightly with my teeth shattering inside.
Each step I take gets harder and harder.
I’m moving steady but dying slowly.
I feel as though I will break down.
Show me the light bring me the warmth because I feel as though I can’t go on. Take me back to the time when the light shined bright and bring me back to life. Fulfill my wants and needs.
I’m breaking down.
I drop to my knees and cry.
I want your help.
I need your help.
I want you here near me, close to me.
Your touch will cure me, save me.
I am stuck in a dark, cold, and lonely place.