Bitter Cold

I am cold, bitter cold.

I awaken with a shiver that runs through my body
Wondering why my heart seems so heavy with sorrow
I try to stand only to realize that my knees are weak
I try to utter a sound, only to realize that I have no voice

I am cold, bitter cold.

The need for warmth engulfs me
But I am in a room full of darkness
The night has taken over, taken full control
I try to push away the blanket, but my arms can not move

I am cold, bitter cold.

I try to lift my head, yet it is too heavy
For a moment I thought that it was raining
But saw that it was just a single tear drop
For a moment I thought I heard voices, but they were just my thoughts.

I am cold, bitter cold.

I can not seem to move, can not seem to speak,
Even my heart feels empty
What happens next? Am I alone?
Is this my life? Am I paralyzed?

I am cold, bitter cold.

Darkness still lingers as a warm feeling hits my body
The blanket seems to be getting heavier and heavier
The sensation of wet sand covers me, visions of lying on a beach
More warmth comes and I see a face, a familiar one.

I am cold, bitter cold.

Still not realizing what has happened,
I call out to the faces that have now gathered around me
“I am here, get me out, help me!” I cry with strength I had not known existed.
But no one hears or turns to look at me as I am covered with a sense of suffocation

I am cold, bitter cold.

Why are they crying? What sadness has transpired? Who’s death has occurred?
Then I see in their hand a shovel, the silky sand was earth’s dirt,
A cruel trick played by my mind.
The darkness is the night and my bed, the ground.

I am cold, bitter cold.
I am dead.