Coldest Winter

The wind blows outside,
as yet another battle
rages on inside.

I can't find a release,
can't find the better
side of me.

Here on this highway,
the road has disappeared,
no ghost beckoning me.

No one left, in this
no man's world,
where I have entombed myself.

I stand here deserted, with
my ink stained hands,
and my tear stained face.

Knowing not how to make
the right mends to my
shattered state....