Cold - Poem by Nicky McNeil
the bitter cold sneaks in my window
circling my bones with sharp tingles
so frozen outside it takes my breath
no one could survive long out there
i look out across at the cold evening sky
stars are brighter on these cold nights
so pretty and shining, it looks so lovely
but space is even colder than it is here
just how lonely and cold can it get?
nothing in this atmosphere, or any other
can make me as cold as you are able to do
and you can do it so easily, by doing nothing
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