Cold Fingers

Posted on August 12, 2014 by Paul Davis

Icicles prod me
Numbing inside.
Heat of exhaustion
Of trying to care
Warps me against
Icy embrace.
I try to care.
I ask for help.
The voices speak.
But no one is there.

Category: BlogTags: alone, exhaustion, fire, ice, lonely, poem, poetry

8 Comments on “Cold Fingers”

LindaGHill
August 12, 2014

*hugs you warmly*

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- Paul Davis
  August 12, 2014
  
  Watch yourself. Someone as hot as you might cause melting 😉 And thanks. Wish I could hit up Japan with you. Looks like London is kabashed too.
  
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  - LindaGHill
    August 12, 2014
    
    To the first statement, HA! Funny guy. 🙂
    What happened to London? Not enough vacation time for that either? …should I even be asking?
  - Paul Davis
    August 12, 2014
    
    There’s no way I’m getting together the money. Likely planning something fun and local.
  - LindaGHill
    August 12, 2014
    
    Yeah, money’s a bugger. Sorry about your trip. 😦
Anita
August 13, 2014

That doesn’t sound good. Hopefully all is okay over there.

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- Paul Davis
  August 13, 2014
  
  I’ll be fine 🙂 sttessed.
  
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  - Anita
    August 13, 2014
    
    That sucks, hope it gets better soon.