A Cold Thought
Discomfort and despair
Life’s sharp-toothed snare
My heart beats slower,
Its broken melody holds me there
street dogs howl with their fright
as the snow falls, I’m lost to the night
my body is cold, my blood stains the streets
even in death, I am incomplete.
Copyright © Wilbur Mctaggart Williams | Year Posted 2022
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