Still Yet

Alone  
A warm fire cant suffice this frigid body...id rather it just go out.  
For in hearing the occasional pops and cracks, im reminded that im still alive.  
This numbness that encases my bones, as i curl up in confussion, is awakened long enough to see a mouse scurry across the splintered hardwood floor.  
What is he looking for?  
A piece of life someone left behind for him?  
Haha...silly rodent!  
Hasnt he heard...ive used up even the crumbs.  
As I curl up tighter and close my eyes under mounds of comfortless blankets, a thought runs through my head...  
What if this is my lot?  
Have I been so bad?  
Have I murdered? No  
Have I stole? No  
Have I even so much as accused any man? No..no..no  
So then why?  
Tighter...tighter, as warm beads start to trickle down my cheeks.  
I go to wipe them from my face in astonishment, for i know the ground within my heart is riddled with shattered dreams.  
I know I have swam in the sea of love and found the salt to be too much to bare.  
I knowww the stone that was exposed when the waters subsided...So then how?    
Where?  
Where is this ridiculous notion thats pouring from my eyes coming from?  
This for me could only mean one thing....  
There is still yet hope in this debilitating darkness, as i raise from my hell and lay a piece of bread on the floor.