The cold drifts through my
open window,
so I shut it.
But the cold still manages
to creep into my
Cozy quarters and pervade
My personal space
With its stinging chill.
I put on warmer clothes.
It doesn't help.
Nothing does.
God, it's so cold in here.
I see my breath
fog up my mirror,
and it reminds me that
I need a cigarette.
So I light one up.
Since you've been gone,
I've been so very cold, (always),
But how can I escape
From the clutches of this
Eternal winter,
When it's been
This way since you've left?
I will admit, i like this poem very much, its short yet seemingly descriptive. very nice :)
its a good poem. maybe because i can somehow relate to it.