Cold As Ice
Cold as winters breath
Frozen ice inside of me
When will I find an answer
When will it be--when will it be
Lost in the moment
Inside my head
Will it be a hundred years
Or for only a day--only a day
Hands cold as ice
Icicle upon my breath
Defrosting internally
Or will it never be--never be.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2015
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