the mid morning winter sun
shines like a lone sentinel
keeping watch over the land
sitting here inside my house
its tendrils stick through the open curtains
caressing my little dog on the couch
with its comforting warmth
But me here in the corner
i cannot feel its warmth
i am tied here to my work shackles
i must be content with seeing it
feeling it in my mind's eye
the coldness under my desk
pulls and claws at my legs
bites and gnaws
as if trying to drag me into the underworld
but i dont think i'll go there today
for now this half mid morning winter sun half underworld limbo
is where i'll stay
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