Tasteless Time

Some chills are insufferable

No warm feelings can suffocate them

They thrive in the coldest time

Grips the soul in a timeless stupor

Dreams fade in the intense haze

A bland and bitter evening

Then the night becomes fiercest

Wake up with trepidity

Jolted by the numbness

Sinking emotions try to stay afloat

In an weakened state of existence

Trying to deal with feeble energy

Lackluster sun and dreary work

Trembling hands can barely hold

Bitter feelings spills on the floor

Water seems to be lethargic

Defeated by the extreme hold

Of overpowering wintriness

The cup would rather remain empty

Like the deserted world


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