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To Find Warmth

it’s frigid here
no lingering warmth
to wrap myself in 

It feels like 
your touch 
encircling me

I’m choking
on this air
you placed here

why can’t I
find the warmth
of this hell
you placed
me in

angerfree verse

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John Hamilton

November 12, 2019 at 11:29 PM

This is great Sandy, not great like hey this is great!!! Rather great in the emotions and wordplay that show your talent, no doubt you're glad to get this one out!

Sandra Adams

November 13, 2019 at 11:24 AM

Thank you so much John....yeah sometimes i got to pen those emotions out to feel sane again, can't let the past destroy me... it will always be there but i can fight it... hugs :)

Frederic Parker

November 12, 2019 at 6:03 PM

It always feels colder in the dim-lit realms of shaded silence...dear poet...my first thought after reading your poetry

Sandra Adams

November 12, 2019 at 7:40 PM

Thank you so much Frederic...i brought forth the memories for the other write and then they lingered a bit, the weather fueled them :)

Bobby May

November 12, 2019 at 5:38 PM

WOW! :-( I am somewhat speechless my sweet friend and that doesn't happen to often. Very well written with deep emotions!

Sandra Adams

November 12, 2019 at 7:38 PM

Thank you Bobby...i wrote for John's contest and had to dig deep and bring forth some painful memories, so now i needed to rid them, the weather usually inspires something nice but not today.... hugs :)

Gershon Wolf

November 12, 2019 at 4:12 PM

You have done the impossible! We always say, 'When Hell freezes over,...' Your talented pen has accomplished that. Interesting ink, my friend. Warmest wishes, Gershon

Sandra Adams

November 12, 2019 at 7:36 PM

Thank you so much Gershon, we seem to have your yesterday's weather today...it started out 50 and nice, then came the snow and wind...they made a point to tell us about the plane that slid off the runway...luckily the snow didn't stick here at all... hugs

Chris Green

November 12, 2019 at 2:50 PM

What do they say about hell freezing over? Your poem brought chills to me my friend and tears that fall to the ground frozen. Such a sad and heartbreaking poem. Sending some warmer hugs your way.

Sandra Adams

November 12, 2019 at 7:33 PM

sorry for the chills and tears....just trying to rid the angst, this cold day helped inspire this one... hugs received, thank you my friend... hugs