Cold
Joseph E. Reed
March 18, 2013
This cold clings to me
Embracing every aspect of me
Squeezing out my rational thoughts
Forcing me into blankets and bundles
Shivering, huddled, crowded and mind-muddled
Unable to move
I am still
I close my eyes
I pray for the chill to creep away
And all I can think of is the cold cold today
At least at night I can dream
It can seem like my hands aren't iced
And my breath isn't fogged
I rest, warm, toasty, a mossy log
But arising, the clouds block the sky
The sun is shy
And it's too frigid to cry
Sweaters, sweats, pants
Button-ups, coats, cloaks
Still, chill penetrates
Shoves its way in between the threads
Pierces my skin and taunts me from within
With each blow,
The icy wind
My heater died and there's till weeks left of winter
I'm no longer opposed to global warming
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Writer. Poems by Joseph E. Reed
Poetry"Arising out of the mists and numbness of false cloudiness, Joseph's poetry is a pursuit of vitality, a yearning for reality." -Naja the Artist A poet and musician since childhood, Joseph E. Reed presents his creations for the world to share. Well...
