My woollen blanket

 The thick, woollen coils lie knotted across the bed,

Each stitch, neatly woven and wrapped.

My blanket rests thick and heavy.

As the sun sinks, another day is laid to rest.

Night's shroud glazes the earth, 

And the air loses all empathy for anyone willing to endure its bitter fill.

I pull the wool in close and feel its sorrowful embrace.

A tender pain hurts my insides as tears trickle and fade.

The darkness mutes my memories;

The days blind to what lies underneath.