Solitude slips into loneliness,

And sadness slips into melancholy.

Winter, it seems, has taken root in my soul.

Ice flows through my veins;

My heart is frozen between beats.

Time stops, and there is no hope of a spring thaw

To release me from my self-imposed exile.

Image by Manfred Richter from Pixabay

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