Icy Cold

Waking up in the dark and in the cold Freezing and trembling from the chill Huddling together, frigid with quiet fury. Betrayal that stung and silenced our fury Back to back, facing the gelid chill Waking up in the dark and in the cold. The bed and the roof, our only luxury Swallowing our discomfort by sheer will Huddling together, frigid with quiet fury. Still, even the cold is not our worry We all swallow that like a bitter pill Waking up in the dark and in the cold In the cold I apologize, silently screaming: ‘So sorry!’ Surrounded by voices consoling with: “God’s will.’ Huddling together, frigid with quiet fury. Shuddering and shivering, and so very angry My silent screams, my cries turning shrill Waking up in the dark and in the cold Huddling together, frigid with quiet fury.