Cold Poem by stacy ferkol

The cold
haunts me like a
stalker
I feel it deep down
where no
one esle can.I feel
the breeze
that comes with it each
time.I
pull away in hope
that it
will end but no such
luck for
me to even hold
on to
I feel it dig deep
into
my soul the one thing
I thought
I could protect from
the cold
everyone around me
is warm
and comfy.No one but
me feels
the cold press against
me in
hope that I'll give up.