Cold Room Poem by Richard R Collins Jr

Cold Room



I'm in cubicle
Stuck in one place
And I feel a draft
Could it be a western wind
Coming in from a far
I feel something
And I must stop
Or the chill in the air
Will go down my spine
Very quickly
And my hands will become numb

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