The cold night air is biting and sharp,
A freezing wind that pierces the heart,
A man stands outside, shivering and alone,
No shelter in sight, no place to call home.

The darkness creeps in, a silent thief,
The man grows weary, his hope in brief,
He cries out, but his voice is lost,
In the vast emptiness, where all is frost.

His mind races, with thoughts of despair,
Of loved ones gone, of a life unfair,
Of dreams unfulfilled, of a future bleak,
As he struggles to stand, his knees grow weak.

The night grows longer, the man weaker still,
As he feels his body begin to chill,
He whispers a prayer, to a God unknown,
As he accepts his fate, and his fate alone.

The morning light reveals a lifeless form,
A tragic end to a story forlorn,
The man frozen, with a heart that stopped,
His wait for help, forever untopped.

✍️IYANUOLUWA MIKE FOLORUNSHO