Alone in the dark I lay here
Silence descends upon the room
A thin blanket which does not
Shelter my skin from the cold winds
Different paths spread before me
Each beckoning while the past haunts
Like a ghost moving in the shadows
Staring through me gives me chills
Comfort does not dwell within me
Though I can see its welcome hearth
Stranded at this vantage point I
Cannot yet reach it with my
Gossamer fingertips
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