He seen it is a locked door
but he keeps keep knocking
he feels a cold floor
but he sits in fetal position rocking
He can taste the tears now
but he remains in the snow shaking
he can hear his heart now
but his time is altered like an hourglass breaking
He can smell his fears
but they still consume him tragically
he hates her cold shoulder sears
His powers are fading magically
He raised his heart now sand
what more can I offer I do not mold the land
I challenged myself to try adding some structure by forming a sonnet instead of the usual raw emotions
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