Cold Poem by Jacob Biehl

Cold



the chill will ice your blood,
the snow will bog down your body,
the ice will frost you heart,
the wind will numb your mind,

it is so in a frozen land,
hearts turned ice,
words turned sharp,
all become of two,
verbal predator,
meek pray,
it is so in a cold social land.

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Jacob Biehl

Jacob Biehl

cincinnati
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