the acrimonious sun
tries its best
to bring a scintilla
of heat
to me today

it is cold
my toes might fall off
my fingers might fall off
and heaven forbid, my balls!

Outside the barren trees
are basking in the
infertility of winter
and still,
in my room
I am as ice
all the currents run frozen
and still, I wish for spring
to not return.

(c) 2017 allen simpson

Thanks for waiting patiently. I had internet troubles for a week, but I am back. (Don’t you just hate Telkom sometimes?)

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