I always feel cold
I wake up in the morning and I feel cold
I pull the duvet over me to try to get warm
I get out of bed and I am cold
I get dressed and I do not feel any warmer
I have breakfast and I am still cold
I walk through the freezing cold and rain and I am even colder
At the end of the day I go to bed
and I cannot sleep
because I am cold
and the angel of music sings songs in my head
the fires of hell itself would scarce suffice to warm my heart
(Friday,4th November,2005.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Have you tried an electric blanket yet! Sincerely Ernestine