I am Very Cold
The cold that once chilled my bones
Is a dull ache to me now.
And my parents denied me phones!
I wish I had Cole Matthew's little at.oow.
A young man pulls a prank,
About fifty times.
"We were attacked by a tank!
Trust me, it's no lie."
My arm has a dull purple tint;
I can't really feel it anymore.
If I could get my hands on flint,
Holding in shivers would be not a chore.
Says the electronic pad.
Once in a while I rock,
That's not too bad.
"Study the vehicles' way, shape, and form"
Says my tiny inner voice.
"Anything to keep your thoughts warm"
I have not another choice.
To be warm is to be safe,
To be safe is to be warm.
At least snow doesn't chafe
Against me in a dreaded winter storm.
Copyright © Elsie Berg | Year Posted 2016