Cold Death
By B. Gallatin
Published: October 16, 2007

Lost in a White-out
In a Cold that burns
digits with a searing pain
Then numbness
sets like a narcotic
Must stay awake
I know the rules
Hypnos is reaching
So tired, trying to resist
Giving up, closing my eyes
I take his hand
Welcoming his darkness

 

This is revised thanks to Veemem's critique catching a serious error on my part. I misnamed the Greek god of sleep, Hypnos. Originally I named Morpheus as reaching. However Morpheous is the god of dreams as everyone knows apparently excluding me. Thank you Veemem