Cold

Seven days and all that stays,
Is a beating heart lost in its ways,
The mind has fallen onto its knees,
Not a single task is done with ease,

Every beat is felt deep within your soul,
Every thought that comes carries its own toll,
Life has sent you a test and you have failed,
Your last ship, into the wind it sailed,

The cold winds blow through a summer field,
The warmth ebbs away as the cold won't yield,
An icy hand closes tight upon your heart,
In that moment you're thrown back to the start,

The beating heart slows at a steady pace,
Retiring it wrests from its endless race,
Defeat, accepted at the touch of that bitter hand,
All fight is abandoned as with battles planned,

Silence falls as the heart holds still,
Until it is once again inspired by will,
Motivation is dead may it rest in peace,
For now at least the anguish can cease,

Winter has dawned and with it he brought the cold,
Until Summer's kiss bring forth warmth untold,
Out of sight and mind the heart will hibernate,
Until come the saviour of love before it's too late.