Cold. Poem by Alyssa Diane

Cold as winter’s eve,
I stand alone, pulling my heart off of my sleeve,
The cold wind blows my hair around me,
I know immediately that I must be dreaming,
But as I open my eyes,
I see this figure, and no matter how hard he tries,
I cannot see them,
The snow blows hard in the distance,
The wind shows shadows of that evilness stance,
I try so hard to wake up but I can’t,
The wind blows harder,
And suddenly he pulls out a dagger,
And as I try to run,
I fall,
Lying forever in the snow.
Forever in the cold.