January

Brandtson

I can't feel my fingers as I hold on for my life.
quiet as this blanket hurts to breathe hurts to try.
I have defined january.
the end of another new beginning draws me out to white.
the cold of what I came for chokes the shine.
I have defined january in my life.
I think they call this winter.
dead like everything.
harsh as it's silence and the pain that it brings.
I can survive january in my life