The Cold
Teeth Chatter and people scurry from their cars to buildings
to savor the heat that's waiting inside.
There is a cloud-covered sky
and we haven't seen the sun for what seen the sun for, what feels like an eternity.
I can see my breath and there are little bumps on my arms.
I wonder if I will ever be warm
again.
👁 3💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.