It's Cold Out There
So strange you can take it -
do you really not mind?
A day of light, dancing,
then the darkness will bind.
Content, so you claim,
with the span of one breath,
a twinkle of twilight
in the cold eye of death.
Fool, backwards savage!
'tis me in your eyes,
always grasping at straws,
and feeding on lies.
Somehow, you still stand
in the barrens I despair.
Some days, I would join you,
but it's cold out there ...
9 November 2018
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2018
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