Theme: Weather

Cold

Cold 
seeps into my skin
My mind
my soul
frozen
Icicles growing
colder
sharper
In my heart

Sickness radiates from me
I need a hand
a hug, an embrace
some warmth, some presence
a smile, a human, a voice

Just someone
something
I can latch
on to
In this moment
to be melted and warm
and alive and wanted
and free.

09-Mar-2020

More By  :  Rupashri Chatterjee

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