It's cold
And I realize it's not the air conditioner
But me
I'm cold
This feeling haunts me
From my head to the tips of my toes
Because there is no feeling in my body
And right now I'm not even sure if I'm breathing
A tear falls down my cheek
And I can't stop wondering
If I try to move
Will the cold cling to me and render me immobile
Or disappear
Defeated in it's attempt to console me
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PoetryRandom thoughts turned into poems. Amazing freaking cover by bubiska
