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I walk on a path deep in the frozen winter’s snow and the noise of loneliness fills my head.
For my thoughts are of my Wife Joyce, other members of Family, Friends and even my Furry Friends that are now since dead.

I listen to the wind blow through the trees, on my face I can feel and see my breath freeze.
My breath deepens and my heart slows as the cold wears on me, I fall at times to my knees.

I hear their voices loud; in this winter’s air I hear their voices so very clear.
Visualizing each one of their faces, I can see them through every single tear.
Please be Gentle with me.

For I realize that without JESUS and my puppy dog, I would be alone and no one at home with me.
Is this I wonder, how the rest of my whole life will now be?

Do I have people that I call real friends, only a dedicated few talk; but how many will be there in the end?
When death comes knocking also at my door; will there be someone there I can still call friend?

Yet I can still feel the blood flowing through my veins. 
I sense this winter’s cold in my head, accompanied by sharp brain numbing pains.
Please be Gentle with me.

Where am I? There is nothing here nowadays that I recognize.
Trees begin to blend into bushes, I cannot trust my eyes.

As I am living in this sense of loneliness, like I have never felt before.
I wish I had someone to talk to such as Joyce, as I grab at the falling snow…

I find myself wanting to tell someone of all the things I feel.
How the only thing that I ever wanted was a Wife like Joyce, who was so real.

Never thought it was too much to ask for, a Love to treat me the way I treated them.
So many people have NO understanding of someone that you Love, who is also your best friend.

For as I trudge in this snow on and on, I can also feel the sweat pour from every pore of my being.
Also I can hear everything, even the most distant of birds giving me a winter’s song of warning.
Please be Gentle with me.

In this cold I feel my thoughts slow, as if I were on the edge of sleep.
Trying as I struggle to make sense of these feelings, that are running in me so deep.

Slipping on ice, falling, I roll onto my back and look up at the sky. 
Today I think, it is a beautiful day for me to die.

For this is just a random thought, which I cannot explain?
Is it I wonder, because I wish to feel no more cold, loneliness and pain?

Then I would no longer hear the faint sound of my heart beat. 

by Bayo-Hunter

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