The White Out

I can hear the snow
Under my boots
I can't distinguish anything

I'm lost
I'm looking for nurture
I think

I want to lie down in the drift

I'm so tired
The cold is biting
There is so much purpose
Outside the whiteout
All the doing
I remember the sweet milk
The spigot
I've been told I evoke fear
Maybe it's because I chose prison
Over war
Maybe the consequences
Have maimed
Maybe my resolve has been
Disfigured
Maybe I'll just close my eyes
For the moment