In my loneliness sorrow
I reside each night in the arms of death
On the precipice of blackness
Icy hands, cold breath

Retaining only a minute connection with the living
I wrap my soul eagerly around him
Arms beckoning
As the soothing mist envelopes, me

Hopelessness the hand-spun blanket
Under which I sleep
Death, my only ally
As I silently weep

In the arms of death.

@Tammy M. Darby March 4, 2023.