Self

My hands feel cold
I labor for breath
I can only imagine my pain
At this loss
This gap in humanity
In my heart
These selfish ways
What do we do to each other
With predictable repitition
The selfish blasts
The selfish actions
The selfish pain
It all seems so clear
And so useless
This flood of human thought
This chaotic
Precise
Cold
Randomness
It begins, it ends
And always continues
And here I am,
Numb from the coldness
This bite of frost
In my heart
I am lost, at loss
I am
Without
You