Coldness

The cold is settled, deep in me My thoughts are numb, beneath the heaps of snow There are no stories in the skeletal trees, no songs in the frozen lakes What should I write? What should I sing? Everything is buried in a fog, the past, the present, and the future I can barely discern, my vision is overcast No flowers grow from depths of heart, no birds fly in damp thoughts I'm lost in a winter haze, wandering through a misty maze The earth is cold, the sky is grey I'm digging, I'm digging into the ice-land For words, for songs For thoughts, for dreams. Nosheen Irfan © 2016 All Rights Reserved