Freeze.

Something deep and primal within me entices me to die in the cold.

I often leave where I reside, sometimes for peace, rarely to sleep,

And as always, I end up in the bitterness of the frozen outdoors.

Each footfall shatters a thousand things. The silence like a pin-drop in a vacant room,

The ice like a rock destroying the surface of a frozen pond,

And the illusion of the romanticism of Winter.

I enjoy the wintertime, don't suffer like others

Who state that the winter is violent and smothers

And chokes out their chances to stay in the sun, where they bask in its warmth and indulge in their fun

Yet the beautiful snowfall entices each time that it graces my lashes, and piles up high

But it burns. To my core, it burns me.

I despise the Winter, for the falsehoods it shows. There's a beauty in watching things freeze when it snows.

But that often stems from the safety of being inside home, through the window, with hot chocolate and throws

Blankets and pillows, warmth permeates through

As the pain on the glass obstructs your view

From the pain outside.

The frost spreads on the window, as it spreads through your blood

Every droplet stops moving

The warmth saps from your fingers and toes

And it slows you

And shows you your weakness

It aches every joint, strains every sinew and tendon, and pulls you deep into its grip

Till you slip

And you fall in its grasp as you clamber and strain to remain

Yourself through the cold, but it numbs your brain

And it lulls you, softly, serenely, as you grow accustomed to cold that is numbing your soul

To a state where you simply wish to rest.

It's hard to remain vigilant out in the cold

It's so tempting to stop, and relax in the snow

It seems peaceful, beautiful, to sit and let go

And no longer grow old, as you melt into the fold

Every step is a struggle, a pain to get through

And it worsens until you numb.

And numbing can take too long to be worth it.

You may make it inside, and regain both your consciousness and warmth

Contemplate by the fire, how dire your trip was, then forget by the morning and wish to indulge in the cold once again.