It is cold. It is so damn cold.
No matter how high my heater heats.
Its cold.
It's a cold coming down my arms, hugging my back.
My face a mask.
I lost my smile.
And cant move.
The thoughts are dark.
I hoped the sun could make this cold go away.
But I only get a headache.
Im so cold.
Im bibbering.
Im shivering.
YOU ARE READING
A kind of mind
PoetryI work as a trauma consultant. This means I'm trying to help people who are traumatized because of various reasons. This book is full of poetry which I wrote after long days of work to ease my mind.
