So Cold in January

the sun rises cold, the mocking
Begins from the Off
from the moment my                eyes, 
struggle to open
               every day, I wish.

for warmth, for a soul, for
a spirit to light, Within
instead of without.
          And,

I find the hollow Scapes, of
Deserts long Bereft
of rain, or Snow, or anything but
the cold wind from the north.

my heart races, nausea… 
constant, I don't.
want to, be Afraid, I 
            think the night falls again, and
i need to sleep.

Every Day, Unresponsive.