Constant Cold Poem by D. M. L. Catseye

Constant Cold



Constant cold, that’s in my toes
And fills me up in every hole
And tears me down from every speck
Rips and shreds my tender neck

It’s loneliness in all its glory
Killing me from the inside

It steals me away from those who know me
In no one I can confide

I speak the truth to only strangers
…to you, I’ve never lied…

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D. M. L. Catseye

D. M. L. Catseye

West Chester, Cincinnatti, Ohio
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