Cold And Chaos. Poem by Luke Curcio

Cold And Chaos.



A raw winter scene, is heard and seen.

The cold is in my lungs. The chill on my skin.

Hope in my heart. Chaos in my mind. So closely entwined.

A breathe of the emotions exhaled into the air.

It dissipates, leaving me with only the things I have left.

Sunday, December 17, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: snow,winter
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