Cold to the Touch
May 2, 2014
I'm cold to the touch.
I just don't feel much.
In the bitter wind ,
Of this God forsaken sin.
Thrills of this world are my only expenditures.
Pain is the result of my adventures.
All my labor was in vain.
All that effort was without gain.
Not even for a second of fame.
Will anyone even remember my name?
This is not the end but a new beginning.
Life's lessons are forgiving.
Don't ever believe,
That forgiveness cannot be achieved,
And love will not be received.
The end isn't near,
And you have nothing to fear.
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