Cold

Alone
Among the cold weeks
of encroaching winter
I lie bleeding

Not blood
No wound
down in my ditch
The size of the prison

Off to market
A prize bull
stands proud
But none take heed
So off to slaughter

The nature of life
To exist and thrive
On the strength of conviction
Knowing always knowing

But what now?
when knowledge is over?
and only confusion reigns
Never to know again

But maybe one day
One day I could know
My self can be complete
and it will come to pass
My desire fulfilled
And such a sweet release.