My skin bristles from the frigidness
My hands tremble by my sides
My breath breaks in the wind.
My feet are dead from the snow
My lashes frosted over
My attitude is tepid.
It's hard to see through all the snow
It's hard not to give up
It's hard not to cry.
The nark road cannot be eyed from the fog
The forest is too dense.
I have the loss of breath.
I need to get home before I die
I need to find the way
I need to get warm.
The house is over yonder
I think I can make it
Atlast I am at the door,
But my house has been burned down.
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Short Story / Romance
Short Story / Fantasy
Poem / Romance
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