Frozen

 I haven't exactly had bucketloads of time or inspiration for quite some time.  As many of my readers know, I was homeless for a while toward the end of last year, and I've been spending most of my time adjusting to life in a new environment and keeping my grades up.  Anyway, here is the first thing I've written since December.  I started it last September and then finished it less than a month ago.

Frozen

Through the dearth and dark I tread
Wishing I were home instead –
But what is home and well and peace
To a man, alone, like me?

Off to see the world so grand,
Gone to do all I had planned.
Not long before I soon could see
That life itself abandoned me.

When at last the sun had dawned,
The morning light itself did spawn
Pain and bright and life so free
To the man enslaved: me.

Gone too soon the happy scene,
Ere I saw that all had been
Naught but lies, deceit, mistrust
Disguised by treachery and lust

Ushered in the blinding light
To open, bare, my heart contrite
With loneliness found at my core
And all remaining emotion sore

To Black and Gray I must belong.
And yet I know that this is wrong,
For what am I left crawling here
With demons, fiends, so insincere?

To night, for day, I sing my song
To night, to night, infinitely long,
Shall I be left what I hold dear?
Shall I be left, with no day near?

Deeper, faster, with all
I have I dig against
The stalwart wall
That leaves me fenced

With no light or happy fare
Lurking in the horrors’ lair
I must find another place:
One that lets me feel my face

Yet where can safety yet be found
For hearts of glass worn to the ground?
Where can I go to find a home
That finds me not left all alone?

I must reach into the Gray,
For not much light sees me today.
Nor any day for all I know,
As now my blood will cease to flow

I slice to see the crimson tide
Rushing were my fear can’t hide
But crawling, fast as it will go,
I find my veins are packed with snow

My downcast face you now replace
With aimless unrestricting hate
To grant you now your greatest wish –
My spirit upon a silver dish

There is no home for me to have,
So long as you and I both live.
Now mutter about your idea of fair,
Limp body here, my heart over there

Now do it quickly if you will,
Blaring hatred even still.
Place my head upon the shelf
Where sunlight lets me find myself

Cold