Cold

I wanted to express how cold makes me feel. I guess that's why we write poetry....~smiles~

Cold

I will never understand cold,
seeping insidiously into my bones
and burrowing to my core,
like a vicious creature intent
on hastening my end.

What purpose has it? What need?
None. No feeling of it’s own,
it steals mine, leaving me numb
and without…