This cold, 
It crawls within me; 
Tendrils of verglas
Growing, 
Taking over, 
Biting at my heart like winter. 
My thoughts swirl like snow
Heavy in the air, 
A blizzard of words.
Lies stripped bare, 
I clutch at them like straws; 
But the truth 
Burns me like ice.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    