Hypothermia
Sometimes the world is a mystery,
sometimes it’s painfully clear.
There’s times the world gets so cold
that it will freeze up your tears
A coat of wealth might protect you,
or snuggling up in rich covers,
or a warm cup of affection
huddled up with a lover.
But then there’s those who are shirtless
engulfed and gleaming with frost,
eyes glazed over and icy,
seeming perpetually lost.
Some of them once did wear coats
With perhaps a logo or stripes
But substituted their jackets
For 40 oz bottles and pipes
A beautiful, transient warmth,
in this agonizing abyss.
Like a night full of sadness
interrupted by a heavenly kiss.
But it can’t last forever
as glitter won’t make it gold.
Because as soon as it’s over,
they’re still shirtless and cold.
Copyright © Jonathan Duhart | Year Posted 2017
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