The world is frozen

Walking,
dead leaves crunching beneath my feet.
The world is frozen,
just like the tears on my cheeks.
It’s been a long time since I saw the sun.
All I see these days are clouds,
hanging darkly in the sky,
like depressing portions of candyfloss.
And a world that tries to imitate the sky,
dirty snow on sleeping trees and dead leaves
and ice on the ponds.
It’s here in these forlorn surroundings
that I want to spend my last days.
The forest has long become familiar,
no more surprises hiding behind the trees,
and the coldness doesn’t hurt anymore.
In the beginning it stung,
like a thousand wasps,
but since then I have become numb
and pain troubles me no more.
I feel that the end is near;
not long and my life will cease to be.
Until then I will spend my time
with dead trees and frozen water.