Cold Death

My sadness is warm blanket
that keeps the chill from
winter winds away,
but that sadness is also
an incubator of the dark
skies that the winter
moon draws upon us all.
I keep myself tucked in
away from real pain
and warmed from what
I don’t want to feel.
That blanket of sadness
covers everything
even my better sense
of knowing when it’s okay
to feel chilled by death.

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