Winter Within

Winter's chill frosts my limbs
And parches my throat dry;

This barren, howling land
That friendship passes by;

This loneliness that seeps
Like a sad, forgotten sigh;

Leaves me bereft of hope,
But tears are shed inside.

Without, a cold stone face
That's nothing but a lie;

I'll never let them know
What compels me to cry;

And yet, I still wonder--
Without warmth, won't I die?