In the midst of a swirling blizzard I lay

Spent and unhinged

Caring little whether it was night or day

There was a blurring twixt the real and the fantasy

Which was which

I couldn’t say

Years passed in this prone like state, as meekly I lay

Waiting for a kind word, just one, to lift me to my feet

Yet none ever came.

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