James Grengs

Rookie (10.31.86 / Attleboro, MA)

Cold - Poem by James Grengs

The chill air seeps into my clothing,
Stripping away all pretense of who I am.
I am reduced to the core of my being-
All secrets,
All lies,
Gone.
The cold is alive,
Breathing.
It knows me,
It wraps itself around me,
Embracing me in a windy hug.
I love the cold, as it loves me.
I embrace it,
As it embraces me.
I live in the cold,
Eternal;
There is no warmth in me.


Comments about Cold by James Grengs

  • (11/19/2004 11:36:00 PM)


    I hope you are speaking figuratively in it's entirety...cause I sense some genuine warmth. :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 19, 2004



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