There was that spark of light,

Allowing peace against the fight,

But flames don’t last they always go out,

They ignore fuel and create a drought.

Remembering the cold that was long forgot,

The warmth is gone, it’s no longer hot,

The cold and ice is a welcome friend,

A familiarity to put the pain to an end.

 

It’s easier not being able to feel,

Even the good feelings aren’t real,

they never last but give false hope,

To move on and begin to cope.