i walk outside to feel the cold brisk wind hum by my ears
soft singing sounds of this winter's first breath
filling my head with the soft lullaby.
i stroll down the snow covered street
cold stinging my nose as it rushes around
my hair tousled roughly about by its fury.
i toddle into the lobby of the station
late wind from the open door flushes in
wishing i was outside in the cold air.
i think the numbing chill was comforting
i march to an empty chair as i look outside
hope slowly dying without the deadened feeling
wanting to crawl back out in the numbness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem