Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Cold

Cold

chills run up and down
my spine, through my blades
you seep into my bones
both new and old
through soft, smooth
aged, wrinkled

You are always there,
my friend from birth
to my death.
I feel you, every season
every year, every day
as I age and gray

you are constant
you're with me and will
stay
I can not shake you off,
or remove you.

You've sunk into
my bones, and have
imprinted yourself
into my mind, body,
and soul

Never leaving, yet
ever changing
-ADF 02/24/15*

*Slight changes have made from the original poem to this iteration.

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