I can feel it hiding just out of sight
A darkness, a shadow, lingering, biding its time
It's not alone. It comes with a chill.
The gloom hides behind my eyes
Pressing gently, probing, tears burning in defiance
The cold holds onto my shoulders
Its fingertips caress my neck
I step back, a vacuum fills my ears
I hold myself very small
Cold, grey, life becomes muffled and dark
I remember colour
I remember warmth, life and love
A memory passes before my eyes
I raise my head, I try to see over the wall
To see the life that is passing me by.
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