Cold Nights

On a cold night like now,
Even the warmth of the blanket cover
Can’t ease my sadden heart. 
Transience is for the ignorant, 
While the wise ones lie awaken.
Fatigue becomes a familiar companion,
With the soul seeming like grand canyon
It's on nights like this,
When the soul and body gets detached,
the living is no different from the dead,
You search for a reason to hide behind, 
yet the mind wanders.
Getting lost is no longer a dream, 
Reality becomes vague.....