Title: COLD
by Neema | in writing, poetry
Green leafy trees. Cold breeze.
The viaduct. Decades old.
All, gracefully down a slope.
She walks alongside. Cold.
Yet with a warm heart.
Because today is different.
Not much. Just slightly different.
This feeling. Of warmth. Of confidence.
Of happiness. She so hopes will last. Forever.
But she knows better.
It doesn't work that way.
Somehow.
Someway.
Somewhere.
It will be dashed.
Its tiring...
Lush green fields.
Oh, the numerous fluffy cats. Fat and cute.
Duking in and out their owner's home.
Straying as far as the edge of the stream.
That runs. Below the viaduct.
Cool breeze. Clear skies.
She still walks.
And...Alas. She sees them.
The warmth is gone. The confidence.
Vanished. The hope...dashed.
It's back to being cold.
Cold. Cold. Cold. Cold.
Everything from deep within me. my experiences. other people's experiences as witnessed by me.
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