At Rest In The Snow Poem by Matthew Densley

I punish myself, for what? I don't know
My body lies quivering, at rest in the snow
But I don't feel the cold, it's strange, but it's true
There's something much deeper that is making me blue
A lonesome life in a crowded place
Wipes all expression off of my face
The voice in my head is screaming, so loud
But to share it with others? I think I'm too proud
Depressive thoughts are clouding my brain
My own loneliness is the source of my pain
Some kind of direction? Maybe that's what I need
But the maps are all blank and there's no signs to read
I'm waiting for someone to show me the way
But who's gonna find me? I feel like a stray
So I'll stay and I'll wait - for what? I don't know
My body still quivering, at rest in the snow






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