The cold drifts through my open window, so I shut it. But the cold still manages to creep into my Cozy quarters and pervade My personal space With its stinging chill. I put on warmer clothes. It doesn't help. Nothing does. God, it's so cold in here. I see my breath fog up my mirror, and it reminds me that I need a cigarette. So I light one up. Since you've been gone, I've been so very cold, (always), But how can I escape From the clutches of this Eternal winter, When it's been This way since you've left? © Heather Bush
such raw emotional power, and of a familiar vein... I absolutely love the imagery and the intimate personality presented... it makes for one powerful piece. I've only recently escaped that winter.... it was an unbearably slow change, but so like the seasons; every day getting a little warmer till suddenly it's spring with the glimmer of possibilities
A nice piece. Reminds me of where I was at a year ago and moments that peek through even now, but now they are only moments.
the cold rules the physical world, the material side of the coin that humanity embraces like an addiction, give it up and let it rule you, and it just might show you where you need to go to find warmth, and your love again
This is a wonderful poem. When I began to read it, I thought it was a piece only describing the climate, but I love how it quickly rolls into you describing how it feels without the warmth of your [boyfriend?, husband?] This is a great piece.
