A cold morning

by AlonEvil

A cold morning
alone, resolute
by far one chant
brooding, apprehensive
Your low tone, melancholy however strong
freezes my soul, proves me wrong
live it is not just when the sun burns our skin
when birds sing cheerful scales
live also is when the cold consumes your existence
when to quit seems to be the only option, the only chance
when gray is the only tone
when you’re alone, without even the company of your shade