On the coldest of days

Searching for my humanity

It is somewhere 

Lost

Hidden there with my 

Sanity

Melancholy and I

Are birds of a feather

We hold each other 

Tightly

Walking through this life

Together

My soul becomes 

Aqueous

The condensation 

Flows

Searching all around

For highs

Finding only 

Countless lows

Inevitability 

Stinging

Like wasps 

Hungry for skin

In my ears, 

The future

Ringing

Sounding bells of

Pain within

Its size

Continues 

Growing

Like a cloud of

Mass pollution

My feelings 

Lining up

Ready for their 

Execution

A fated Me

Emerging..

The 

Old and New 

Converging

Come together 

To create

A woman; desperate

Urging

Anyone whose 

Care is slight

To kindly 

Keep it moving..

She has no time

Even for thoughts 

Of their 

Potential bruising

She will soon

Go into

Hiding

From the storms 

Of doleful 

Poignance..

Of trauma,

And of sorrow

Seeking shade

From life's 

Annoyance..

Their blinding light

Of treachery

So harsh with 

Burning rays;

Light fire 

Underneath her

To escape their 

Hateful Ways

The pressure in her 

Building

Frantic to transform 

To Steam..

Encumbered;

Seeking slumber

Bliss

Is only

In 

A 

Dream.