Coldly
I feel
frigid fingers
enclose me
letting no one
nothing
help me.
Coldly
I sit
in
solitude
shivering.
Coldly
I take a step
on
the icy precipice
knowing
my heart may sink
fall
into eternity.
Yet
I proceed
all alone
coldly.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2026
Not yet!!! It’s too early 😊
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I’m with you! – maybe November eh? 🙂
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Good poem, I like it
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Excellent to hear!
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