My Backdoor

 I walked out the backdoor of my life
into desolate cold bleakness 
where dirty grey snow
meets steel grey sky
offering no horizon or shadow
to define my place in the universe.

No sign of life, nothing moves
in this frozen space without end.

Perspective of my existence lost
I wandered away into grey vastness
of a cold unforgiving desert
searching for a lost memory
in a far distance that did not exist.

I heard the howl of a hungry wolf.

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