Date Written: 23 February 2016
The fire glows shining at my glossy face,
Bringing forth the light I hold so dear to my heart,
Maybe this is where I shall fall apart,
In the warmth of your empty embrace,
Leaving me alone for yet another winter,
My eyes wither when I see your lover in my place,
But I feel that this is no longer a race,
Because now my feet are halted by a splinter,
A splinter that leaks out red as my eyes leak out water,
Is such a bother by this enchanting fire,
Why now must my bones shake with the brittleness of age,
By all I must be a goner,
For the thought of you is what I desire,
But now I shall pass over in my new cage,