Cold Soul

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A cold soul
Seekin' companionship in a lost
Cold world.
No leaning heart found yet
For transmission of warmth
It's been freezing into ice
That breaks.
Detached with no
Connecting lines.

Happiness is only glanced
Through a stained window
Containing a small hole for
Fresh air; to breath.
Ice on skin and fingers writing
On a vapoured cracked window.
Eyes turned white
With a black center.

Fear of a cold soul

Loosing its way in a dark
And lonely hood, accompanied by
Cries of night owls.

Echoes of light and warmth
At a simple distance I can touch.
Am not sure if this light.
Is the next false light like
The previous.