His Other Self

Fear came that morning, with a winter's snow,
awake and aware.

Never did the sun peak and burst through the pale sky.
It snowed on and on all day.
It turned night.

He lost himself-- his Ego left him,
and he was forced to decide,
(he, forgetful of the origin of his fear)
whether to rejected himself,
(a self fickle to silemce)
or stay.

Now, as the separate, Third Person,
unreal and spoken toward
so continually invented,
sought an individual happiness.

But it had been snowing on and on.
The blue and orange fire
in the hearth was dead.
The remaining logs burnt black.
Under the grate,
piles of ash.