Filtered through Ice

I had a ray of sunlight,
To guide me,
But it left me in the night;
And then the cold came creeping,
Oh hide me,
Least it take me while sleeping;
Covering with cold numbing ice
Layer thick
Filtered views now bending twice,
Seeing three where there is one
All too soft
Blurred of seeing to being gone.
Through the Ice.


Gloom 99

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