bitter

 
the dark ache in its state of loneliness
where shadows begat fog
wandering souls with nothing to offer
lack luster pain added to the void

voices rang hollow in unison
uttering parables of want
no one to give any hope

listless day shone brightly
harsh in the cold
its bitter bite exhausted them all
with nowhere to shelter

the dark drank the chill
shivering inside itself
then it shrank back into the depths
the days souls collected