Cold

Wrapped in a blanket
Sitting in my chair
Head stuffed aching
Wishing I was there.

Even with medication
Can’t stop the mind
Yet it’s someone else
That makes me unkind.

When you think of two
But realize it’s three
Is there any hope left
Can it ever really be.

Wrapped up and healing
Wondering what’s wrong
If it’s possible to see
That you can be strong.

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About graypoet

Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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