Cold Rain
Cold rain
Relentlessly pounding
Reaching deep
To my very core
Leaving that dark, hard
Lifeless chill
That stays
My hands are crippled
The fingers red and withered
Too painful to move
My feet, though covered
Are white and wrinkled
The color bleached away
And though it cannot breach
My skull – it permeates
My mind
With malice dampening
Any lingering thought of cheer
Or hope
And dimming
Any tiny light
A towel will not
Dry the mind
And only fire will
Light the dark
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