Poetry: "cold" - Earlier Composition

i do not feel it come,

nor as it shivers passed,

i claim to throw it off,

ignore it to the last.

but then i finally feel

the iciness of a world apart,

it tightens and constricts my soul,

for the cold is in my heart.

when finally i notice,

all the warmth is lost,

emotion atrophies and spirit dies.

for stoic strength at such a cost,

worthless in its fantasy,

unravels my humanity.