Again, I mine from the past, a true sign of creative bankruptcy. This week's one isn't that good, but it's sort of appropriate with the snowstorm outside and me being incredibly angry. I promise that next week I'll start putting new ones up.
The Cold
I can’t describe when I lose control
My frail body is no match
It is my enemy
It traps me where I happen to be
In solitary confinement
Free to leave at any time but unable
Unwilling to face something
Normal people deal with every day
I am filled with unreasonable hate
Towards this relatively mild annoyance
Clearly perspective is needed.
However, I am not a fan.
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