More Poetry

I think this particular poem speaks for itself

Soul Chilling

A wet blanket

Covering my shoulders.

Cold water drips down my arms

And seeps into my clothes

Making me wonder if

I’ll ever be warm again.

The wind blows against me

Making me wrap myself tighter

So that even if I wanted

to throw it off, I couldn’t

The ends tangle in my feet

And drip icicles onto my shoes

Sticking them to the ground

In a grotesque game of freeze tag

And you wonder if the sun will ever come out again.

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