The Loneliness of Reality

I feel the coldness of my winter, shivering heartstrings ache of insecurity.

The demented mind dreams of sugarplum and fanciful time passed; 

Freezing wind shattered the shell, my sanctuary.  

Alone I stood upon the plane of the liminal 

           – the winter wind – illusion and delusion, 

                             All whisht away in its icy embrace.  

                                            Again, I woke up to the coldness of my winter.